This is a song about "Exist"

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

I decided my pride is just why i resist

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Fuck it, there's no reason for this to exist/