This is a song about "Exist"

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

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

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

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

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

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

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

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

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed