This is a song about "Out of control"

Out of control, unpredictable

I got rich from a little struggle

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Even when my anger takes control of me

And that i spent the night with her

Control the mind of yo master

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Were we can grasp control of you all

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

Mirror mirror on the wall

Were we can grasp control of you all