This is a song about "Out of control"

She lashes at me, out of control,

18 year sentence with no parole

Discards his card of complete control, having these sleepy eyes

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Things get out of control still don't shut the fuck up

Control the mind of yo master

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Now im out of control in my mercedes i roll

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Think this shits fake,people killed by out of control drone!