This is a song about "Complain"

I dont complain about the villain, i find em then i kill him.

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

To complain to him or her

I made a promise to the mirror

I'll never call you bitch again

Tell em i cannot complain

Having racks of paper, but i ain't gone complain

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Don't complain, cause i spat what was suitable

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Never again will i complain because i will have hopefully overcome disdain,

We complain with sobbing, struggling to arrange the options we aim to choose

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth