This is a song about "Exist"

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

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

I decided my pride is just why i resist

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

And the happy ones that will one day cease to exist.

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Extermination you don’t exist

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

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days