This is a song about "Going under"

Control is what you had me under

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Then bury her under the pavement

Now your done and six feet under

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Under heavy strobe northern nights

Whatever it takes to live and stand

You fried under that heated lamp,

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Lady g, willy b in time

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Oh shit you thought eazy wasn't going back in it under the circumstance, but i

I'm not under the influence i'm under the game

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same