This is a song about "Pest control"

And control this shit yourself dog.

Cause i break it out a lot

Please stop that shit! just gain control!

This shit has got my soul

He thinks that he can control

Open up your contacts then scroll

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Carefree i don’t need the stress

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Dinin on this pest with these tyrannical texts

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

She lashes at me, out of control,