This is a song about "Exist"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

But y'all know my story now, and i exist in the facts,

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

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Fuck it, there's no reason for this to 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

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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Extermination you don’t exist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

No more does he exist, all are missing,

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening