This is a song about "Time control"

Timmy got his bike stole

Where i could be in control,

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

Mentally losing control, taken the pole,

And control this shit yourself dog.

And i listen to thought

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

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

And every one of y'all should know i'm outta control

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

I always stay in control

Purify that woman soul

Just a new system of control.

It's apart of her goal