This is a song about "Exist"

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

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

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

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

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

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

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

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat