This is a song about "Exist"

If you feel it, it must be real just

Extermination you don’t 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

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

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

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you