This is a song about "Complications"

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.

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Misunderstand and we'll have complications,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

With no complications the public still looks truly impatient

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Now that’s just more complications

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.