This is a song about "Exist"

Extermination you don’t exist

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Money is most of y'all interest

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

And the happy ones that will one day cease to exist.

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

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

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

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

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

I wish it wouldn't exist, the family always pissed