This is a song about "Exist"

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

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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