This is a song about "Exist"

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

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

Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Don't believe it's true? good cannot exist without the evil too

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

How can it exist? poverty; in my life