This is a song about "Exist"

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Extermination you don’t 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

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

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist