This is a song about "Outta control"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

With stubs coming outta their shrubs

Where i could be in control,

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

This shit has got my soul

He thinks that he can control

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

You wanna fuck with me now i'm outta control)

Women at my pole

Brought the sword as a mind control

Timmy got his bike stole

I always stay in control

Please stop that shit! just gain control!

Purify that woman soul