This is a song about "Exist"

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

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

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

Money is most of y'all interest

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

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

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

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Don't believe it's true? good cannot exist without the evil too