This is a song about "Exist"

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

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

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

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

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

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