This is a song about "Exit final handle risk complex"

And risk losing my thick skin / i'll leave this bitch limp

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

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

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

And it aint my final

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Move onto the next, never knew love was complex,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

If i did, i wouldn't have found the exit,

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

You was bigger than an artist

Willing to take a risk?

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I know all of this must be far to complex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense