This is a song about "Exist"

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

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Extermination you don’t exist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

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

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

A head without single faces, i don't exist in your world.

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat