This is a song about "Self control"

No mind to control, though

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Ain't nothing here minimal

Out of control, unpredictable

Just another system of control

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Texting my mama current self

And if you pay for that yourself

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Out to control the entire nation.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win