This is a song about "Exist"

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Fuck it, there's no reason for this to exist/

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

Who know this be the life that i really live

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think