This is a song about "Self control"

Just a new system of control.

Women at my pole

Look out below, there is no inventory control

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

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

She lashes at me, out of control,

Relying only on self

Sweet, okay makes sense

Self made bitch im coming soon.

And her smile lit up the room

Brought the sword as a mind control

This shit has got my soul

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

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