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

Yall thinking you control me, are you out of your mind?!

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Think this shits fake,people killed by out of control drone!

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Look out below, there is no inventory control

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

Were we can grasp control of you all

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

You need to stick to balling

This why we get up in the morning

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Just a new system of control.

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes