This is a song about "Exist"

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

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

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

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

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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