This is a song about "Exist"

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Extermination you don’t exist

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

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

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

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Fuck it, there's no reason for this to 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