This is a song about "Existence"

... that our existence is troubled

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Or this other older man who was terminally determined to terminate his existence

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

... that our existence is troubled

He would probably come in stores like "i invented existence

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

But when asked bout their existence people said it was never

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

It looks like i'm alone cuz no one can feel my existence

None of your pals will remember a single moment of your existence

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

He blew ounces quick, his deficient existence had astounded kids

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks