This is a song about "Exist"

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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

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

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

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

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

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,