This is a song about "Exist"

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,

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

And you could find interest

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

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

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Destined to win, get respect where i live

How can it exist? poverty; in my life