This is a song about "Trying to control anger"

Trying not to slip i'm trying not to stumble

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Ive got to much anger

The only time i flirt with her

Whip purple and yellow, hello

No mind to control, though

Out to control the entire nation.

First off congratulations on the win

Don't want to anger her, or make her irked

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Too many times in control and i allowed things to run amok,