This is a song about "Complex knob retard gerard"

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Was calling me a retard

You shook my world and it felt apart

I know all of this must be far to complex,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

But i ain't a counsellor, homie u look retard,

So complex this header man

Drop top on this thang

And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Inability to master complex rhymes, my game is not refined/

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Prospects to rule the projects, process is complex

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears