This is a song about "Exist"

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

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

No more does he exist, all are missing,

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

Don't believe it's true? good cannot exist without the evil too