This is a song about "Exist"

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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

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

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

Money is most of y'all interest

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

No more does he exist, all are missing,

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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/