This is a song about "Complications"

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

With no complications the public still looks truly impatient

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Now that’s just more complications

Without the sound of guns

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Misunderstand and we'll have complications,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Her brain's having complications coming up with her hobbies.