This is a song about "No control"

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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

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

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

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

It's a sad life, that the others control,

18 year sentence with no parole

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

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Open up your contacts then scroll

He thinks that he can control