This is a song about "No control"

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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

I can't control it there's no use

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

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

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Just a new system of control.

Almost lose control, lost sanity

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

Where i could be in control,

Timmy got his bike stole

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

She lashes at me, out of control,