This is a song about "Complaining"

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

I'm no whiner and complaining was never my intent

Our ways of complaining about haters every single

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

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

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

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

I got them saying

So i stopped complaining/

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

But i dont hear anyone else complaining,