This is a song about "Complications"

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Misunderstand and we'll have complications,

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Now that’s just more complications

So here i am at the store for some chips

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

With no complications the public still looks truly impatient

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

I'll rebel against your jealous hating, blessed with the essence to excel with patience

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.