This is a song about "Out of control"

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

Yet another stress point but they won't get control of me,

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Even when my anger takes control of me

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

And every one of y'all should know i'm outta control

I would never do any of this if i could control myself/

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends