This is a song about "Controlling me"

Take care once again but the voices are controlling my head,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

But just let me be me

Bitch, they call it motor city

Hugging me, holding me, carrying me, openly not concealing me.

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Just tell me, tell me, tell me if u love me

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

Let me rideuntil i get free

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

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

That maybe the voices up there are controlling me.

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see