This is a song about "Control"

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

It's a sad life, that the others control,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

And every one of y'all should know i'm outta control

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

Only real niggas stay on top

And control this shit yourself dog.

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

No mind to control, though

Call me whatever joe

I compliment you with your conversation

Out to control the entire nation.