This is a song about "Controlled"

So alien ima be, cause i ain't controlled by salary

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Controlled by the radio these soundwaves surround you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Just to figure out we're puppets and controlled

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Im laughing cause more than likely he's being controlled, his soul is captured

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

How do you worship god when you're just controlled by the devil

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

C.r.e.a.m of the planet, i grew up in streets controlled by greedy bandits

Ever thought that your life was being controlled

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost