This is a song about "Complain"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Yet the teachers complain because their teaching our future

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

Rappers complain about this, but they turn around,

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

Im fucking your sister its kinda hard to complain.

Tell em i cannot complain

I ain't interested in fame

Run out of drinks, no complain

It's been nothing but pain

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

But i can't complain, trying to restrain

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Tell em i cannot complain