This is a song about "Exist"

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

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

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Extermination you don’t exist

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

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

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

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest