This is a song about "Exist"

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

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Metaphors son, i'm guessin you didn't know they exist

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

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

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you