This is a song about "Under control"

When we not in summer

Yeah he's six feet under

I stop and stare at the younger

Control is what you had me under

I always stay in control

Open up your contacts then scroll

I got rich from a little struggle

Out of control, unpredictable

Timmy got his bike stole

These are a few things i can't control,

Purify that woman soul

He thinks that he can control

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Six feet under you's won't be making a sound, now i've taken control

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Just a new system of control.