This is a song about "Scuff control"

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

And every one of y'all should know i'm outta control

See i let my nigga split that

Not electronic but control it

Open up your contacts then scroll

These are a few things i can't control,

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

I got rich from a little struggle

Out of control, unpredictable

She lashes at me, out of control,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Look out below, there is no inventory control

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