This is a song about "Under their control"

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Under performing i'm under #performance, losing my thoughts/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Almost lose control, lost sanity

Not electronic but control it

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control