This is a song about "Exist"

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

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

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

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

No more does he exist, all are missing,