This is a song about "Complaining"

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

She was complaining about how you didn't fuck her right

Our ways of complaining about haters every single

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

But i dont hear anyone else complaining,

And getting money is the song i sing

So i stopped complaining/

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

I'm no whiner and complaining was never my intent

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

I ain't complaining though, damn i love a lazy ho