This is a song about "Exist"

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

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

Maybe if we all had that there wouldn't exist crime for the million

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

Darkness doesn't exist without light, but if i'm evil, its questionable.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will