This is a song about "Exist"

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

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

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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

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

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