This is a song about "Exist"

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

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

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

No more does he exist, all are missing,

And this will be the song that we sing

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

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

Extermination you don’t exist

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

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

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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