This is a song about "Russ losin control"

And fuckin crush it into nothin, when you're losin, it hurts

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Where i could be in control,

This shit has got my soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Look out below, there is no inventory control

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

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Open up your contacts then scroll

These are a few things i can't control,