This is a song about "Out of control"

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Yall thinking you control me, are you out of your mind?!

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

But before then i need therapy, for this parody, that i let get out of control carelessly

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Demons, these angels just took control of these beasts

Now im out of control in my mercedes i roll

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

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Just another system of control

Purify that woman soul

I don’t do nothing but ball

Were we can grasp control of you all