This is a song about "Exist"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

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,

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

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

So get up, its time to start nation building

No more does he exist, all are missing,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Maybe if we all had that there wouldn't exist crime for the million

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist