This is a song about "Industrial military complex"

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Complex bars are for those who can't speak it

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,

So complex in words it's a test so absurd

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

But i've got time to invest to supply some lyrical complex

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

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

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

But then i got even more complex with the lyrical syllables

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Complex are their theories and their views, the metal speaks,