This is a song about "Exist"

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

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

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

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

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

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift