This is a song about "Exist"

Extermination you don’t exist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

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

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

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

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

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

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