This is a song about "Exist"

No more does he exist, all are missing,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Graffiti exist everywhere in my hoods placement,projects made to be

Darkness doesn't exist without light, but if i'm evil, its questionable.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

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

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

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