This is a song about "Under their control"

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Just an introduction, must have fallen under their spell, victim of abduction

It's not that i don't need ya but see yaand i hope you understand why i'm bustin

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Control is what you had me under

See, i like the person that you are

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

They try to control the ghetto, but their methods are unorthodox,

Brought the sword as a mind control

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