This is a song about "Gun control"

Escaping from my fucken gun

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Where i could be in control,

Purify that woman soul

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Just a new system of control.

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

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

And i listen to thought

And control this shit yourself dog.

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul