This is a song about "Exist"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Graffiti exist everywhere in my hoods placement,projects made to be

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

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

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

And the happy ones that will one day cease to exist.