This is a song about "Pest control"

Where i could be in control,

De la soul is from the soul

18 year sentence with no parole

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

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

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

This shit has got my soul

He thinks that he can control

Open up your contacts then scroll

Just a new system of control.

But really he was always in full control,

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

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

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

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