This is a song about "Complications"

Now that’s just more complications

Without the sound of guns

Misunderstand and we'll have complications,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

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

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

With no complications the public still looks truly impatient

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink