This is a song about "Pest control"

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

Open up your contacts then scroll

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

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

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

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

But really he was always in full control,

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Purify that woman soul

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Brought the sword as a mind control

And i'm a just take another guess

Like a pest, clean the floor, look its a mess