This is a song about "Remote control"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Brought the sword as a mind control

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

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Look out below, there is no inventory control

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

No mind to control, though

You haven't flowered loco

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Your window i smashed, on your couch i land, woop! remote in hand,

It's apart of her goal

Just a new system of control.

Just another system of control

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Not electronic but control it

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that