This is a song about "Gun control"

And when it's said and done

Grab my knife and my gun

These are a few things i can't control,

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Escaping from my fucken gun

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

She lashes at me, out of control,

Where i could be in control,

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

And control this shit yourself dog.

Open up your contacts then scroll

It's a sad life, that the others control,

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

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