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

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

I'm doing shit i never might of did

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

You're going home alone cause homies show you to the exit

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Go on, the exit isn't very far away

So complex this header man

Hoppin' out a van

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

When our final hours die down, to fend

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

The final fatality,

For years like their degree

And everybody's having sex

I know all of this must be far to complex,