This is a song about "Exist"

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Don't believe it's true? good cannot exist without the evil too

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Extermination you don’t exist

Money is most of y'all interest

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

At least that's what they think, don't blink or ya might miss the reason you exist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

I wish it wouldn't exist, the family always pissed

A head without single faces, i don't exist in your world.

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first