This is a song about "Control"

Out of control, unpredictable

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Ima keep that on the low

No mind to control, though

Only real niggas stay on top

And control this shit yourself dog.

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

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

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Brought the sword as a mind control