This is a song about "They wanna control me"

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Control is what you had me under

I'm big boss,that's why they wanna kill me

It's a battlejust for tha big money

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

They taking control you wake up sweating, cold, lack heavens mold

Tell me who's in control? not julio

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

But, tomorrow's uncertainty promotes the urgency in this shit i'mma say

I wanna say thank you to calrcee and greatdakingslayer cause they showed me the way

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

You wanna fuck with me now i'm outta control)