This is a song about "Mind control"

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

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

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Not electronic but control it

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

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

Just take control if you can

It's the perfect plan

No mind to control, though

Get rough with me, that night flow

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

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

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

He thinks that he can control

This shit has got my soul