This is a song about "Industrial control valves"

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Just another system of control

Open up your contacts then scroll

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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

I got my heart and soul in remote control

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

Where i could be in control,

Timmy got his bike stole

18 year sentence with no parole

Brought the sword as a mind control

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

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

And control this shit yourself dog.

Separate us, from what jay brought