This is a song about "Exist"

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

You would have never exist, people walking past your grave,

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

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

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

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

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

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

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

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