This is a song about "No control"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Just a new system of control.

Cause i break it out a lot

And control this shit yourself dog.

Didn't control 'em / but was no harm intended

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Its cold as shit in this booth

I can't control it there's no use

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

Not electronic but control it

Because there ain't no coming back from that

You know theres no control, but if my eyelids are open

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Look out below, there is no inventory control

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