This is a song about "Controlling me"

I be gettin' money

Illusions distract me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

You raised me, amazed me, praised me.

Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me

Third ward general, young cash money

Pimps and thieves controlling 'em, and they patrollin' corners,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Controlling crowds in the masses like i got a magic wand in my hand

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

You can't cuss me, parr me

We might be back in this baby

So give it baby

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

All i want is you baby

Invading me are eating me