This is a song about "Exist"

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

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

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love