This is a song about "Self control"

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Not electronic but control it

18 year sentence with no parole

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Texting my mama current self

But really he was always in full control,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Out to control the entire nation.

And control this shit yourself dog.

That cellphone that i bought

This shit has got my soul

Please stop that shit! just gain control!