This is a song about "Self control"

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

She lashes at me, out of control,

And if you pay for that yourself

Relying only on self

It's apart of her goal

Brought the sword as a mind control

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Not electronic but control it

18 year sentence with no parole

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

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Texting my mama current self

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

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