This is a song about "Exist"

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

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 the party baby i'm just the guest list

Fuck it, there's no reason for this to exist/

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

At least that's what they think, don't blink or ya might miss the reason you exist

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

Graffiti exist everywhere in my hoods placement,projects made to be

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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