This is a song about "No control"

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

She lashes at me, out of control,

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Women at my pole

Where i could be in control,

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

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

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

De la soul is from the soul

No mind to control, though

Like curses on the radio