This is a song about "Exist"

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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,

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest