This is a song about "Exist"

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Now momma told me be careful who you love