This is a song about "Military industrial complex"

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

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

Complex bars are for those who can't speak it

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

But then i got even more complex with the lyrical syllables

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

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

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

Showing hateful emotions towards objects is such a nonsense complex,