This is a song about "No control"

That cellphone that i bought

And control this shit yourself dog.

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

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

She lashes at me, out of control,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

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

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Please stop that shit! just gain control!

Timmy got his bike stole

I always stay in control

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

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

De la soul is from the soul

Brought the sword as a mind control