This is a song about "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

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

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

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

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

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

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist