This is a song about "Exist"

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

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

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

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

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

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