This is a song about "Complications"

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Now that’s just more complications

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Misunderstand and we'll have complications,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

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

With no complications the public still looks truly impatient