This is a song about "Industrial control valves"

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

These are a few things i can't control,

Open up your contacts then scroll

But really he was always in full control,

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Out to control the entire nation.

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

She lashes at me, out of control,

Just another system of control

Timmy got his bike stole

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

And every one of y'all should know i'm outta control