This is a song about "Exist"

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

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

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

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

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

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

Extermination you don’t exist

And you could find interest

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