This is a song about "Exist"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

Extermination you don’t exist

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Because i see right through your disguise

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

No more does he exist, all are missing,

Dependent on if it's hatred or an objective opinion

Maybe if we all had that there wouldn't exist crime for the million

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

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

At least that's what they think, don't blink or ya might miss the reason you exist