This is a song about "Control"

This shit has got my soul

He thinks that he can control

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

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

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

But really he was always in full control,

Women at my pole

Please stop that shit! just gain control!

I always stay in control

Open up your contacts then scroll

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

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

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole