This is a song about "Exist"

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

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

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

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

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

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