This is a song about "Time control"

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

This shit has got my soul

I always stay in control

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

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

She lashes at me, out of control,

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

Control the mind of yo master

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Where i could be in control,

Open up your contacts then scroll

Just a new system of control.

18 year sentence with no parole