This is a song about "Exist"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

But y'all know my story now, and i exist in the facts,

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

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

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

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

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

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

Don't believe it's true? good cannot exist without the evil too

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