This is a song about "Exist"

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Maybe if we all had that there wouldn't exist crime for the million

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

At least that's what they think, don't blink or ya might miss the reason you exist

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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