This is a song about "Exist"

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

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

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

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

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

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

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