This is a song about "Exist"

But y'all know my story now, and i exist in the facts,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Fuck it, there's no reason for this to exist/

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist