This is a song about "Exist"

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

I gotta tell you that my love is true

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

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

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

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

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

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

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

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

No more does he exist, all are missing,