This is a song about "Exist"

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

A head without single faces, i don't exist in your world.

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

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

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

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

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

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist