This is a song about "Sloth balling out of control"

Out of control, unpredictable

No one notice your struggle

My talent should take me places i've never been

Out to control the entire nation.

You need to stick to balling

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Were we can grasp control of you all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Were we can grasp control of you all

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call