This is a song about "Complex situation"

Realize i'm facing a tricky situation

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Ukrainian giving dome top craniumass shot jeans like she painted themt-raw niggas try to favor him

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation.

Bagyong haiyan, tis a bad situation

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Wrote your last situation no hope

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

But the limitation has been re-illustrated, a situation,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Preparation for occupation, no correlation to my situation

But i've got time to invest to supply some lyrical complex

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears