This is a song about "Exist"

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Metaphors son, i'm guessin you didn't know they exist

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

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

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