This is a song about "I control"

You know when i hear you cry i cant maintain control

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Timmy got his bike stole

Where i could be in control,

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

So many things i gotta leave behind when taking control,

I would never do any of this if i could control myself/

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

But it makes sense i control everything like the matrix

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

I control my own destiny, i won't let anyone fuck it up

I apologize i don't recollect your name

Legacies, i unfold and control the game/

High as shit, i’m in a booth

I can't control it there's no use