This is a song about "Spray control"

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Kid, silly syllable wordplay, lyrical verse spray

When i get that gun that shit just gonna spray

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

De la soul is from the soul

She lashes at me, out of control,

Just another system of control

Open up your contacts then scroll

And i listen to thought

And control this shit yourself dog.

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

Now get up out the store 'fore the g's let it spray

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

Timmy got his bike stole

Just a new system of control.