This is a song about "Exist"

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

I could think of a couple positions for you

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

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 decided my pride is just why i resist

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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