This is a song about "Controlling"

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Tell kendrick, when you controlling all them lines

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

No way of controlling me, don't waste your time in the cathedral

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Im controlling the masses slashing any mother fucker that passes

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

That maybe the voices up there are controlling me.

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words