This is a song about "Lose control"

Look out below, there is no inventory control

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

But really he was always in full control,

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

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

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

Women at my pole

He thinks that he can control

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

And i, who thought i'd lose.

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

When you lose control im not the one to blame,

Where i could be in control,

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