This is a song about "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

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

A head without single faces, i don't exist in your world.

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get 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,

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

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

I decided my pride is just why i resist