This is a song about "Industrial military complex"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I know all of this must be far to complex,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Coming at you full force like a military assault/

And it was complex how my friends and me got torn away,

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Showing hateful emotions towards objects is such a nonsense complex,