This is a song about "Control"

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Control the mind of yo master

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

She lashes at me, out of control,

Open up your contacts then scroll

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

18 year sentence with no parole

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Just a new system of control.

And control this shit yourself dog.

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Look out below, there is no inventory control

I love all the inspiration

Out to control the entire nation.