This is a song about "Exist"

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

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

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

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Don't believe it's true? good cannot exist without the evil too

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

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

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

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

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