This is a song about "Complex anxious options beneficial final"

I write lyrics so complex

I can taste the salt from my tears

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Complex lifestyle ready to do me

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

When our final hours die down, to fend

Two options, you dream it or you make it

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Now momma told me be careful who you love

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Reachin' for my collar, so anxious from this evil mess

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Andy samberg: oh dang

So complex this header man