This is a song about "Exist"

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

Don't believe it's true? good cannot exist without the evil too

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

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist