This is a song about "Complain"

To complain to him or her

And while i’m in your mother

Tell em i cannot complain

So much to say a scrabble game

So you can stuff it all you want, you complain-ass cunt,

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

I didnt complain and didnt say a word,

The concept is so absurd

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

I ain't even smoked yet so i cant complain

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

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

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

I can live by one color and i wouldn't complain

All these rappers complain about fake friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents