This is a song about "Gangs killing control"

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Brought the sword as a mind control

He thinks that he can control

This shit has got my soul

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Whether it was prison or a killing,

And getting money is the song i sing

Not for attention for killing

Okay man you do the drop

And control this shit yourself dog.