This is a song about "Exist"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

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

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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