This is a song about "Exist"

Extermination you don’t exist

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

No more does he exist, all are missing,

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

You would have never exist, people walking past your grave,

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist