This is a song about "Exist"

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

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

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet