This is a song about "Gun control"

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

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

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

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

Just another system of control

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

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

She lashes at me, out of control,

This shit has got my soul

Brought the sword as a mind control

Where i could be in control,

Timmy got his bike stole

Out to control the entire nation.

Oh-kay, here's the situation