This is a song about "Exist"

And the happy ones that will one day cease to exist.

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

But y'all know my story now, and i exist in the facts,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

How can it exist? poverty; in my life