This is a song about "Exist"

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Maybe if we all had that there wouldn't exist crime for the million

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

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

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive