This is a song about "Exist"

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

A head without single faces, i don't exist in your world.

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

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

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

You would have never exist, people walking past your grave,

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

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