This is a song about "Exist"

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

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

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

At least that's what they think, don't blink or ya might miss the reason you 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