This is a song about "Pest control"

This is like love, that you can never get

Not electronic but control it

Dinin on this pest with these tyrannical texts

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Sicker than a tick pest

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

And control this shit yourself dog.

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Almost lose control, lost sanity

Than the muse of a family

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er