This is a song about "Exist"

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

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

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

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

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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