This is a song about "Exist"

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

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

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

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

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