This is a song about "It s crazy how things can spin out of control"

Now im out of control in my mercedes i roll

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

Aint no mother fucking way you can get out of it now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Fights break out because of the little things

They say he the key to my blessings

Man it's crazy how we don't even think, walk around it,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Were we can grasp control of you all

I also have a cutie to call

I can control it i tell my self every day, what can i be for

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Crazy out of my mind, fell out of the boundary

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Yall thinking you control me, are you out of your mind?!