This is a song about "Exist"

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

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

Metaphors son, i'm guessin you didn't know they exist

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

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

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

At least that's what they think, don't blink or ya might miss the reason you exist

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

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed