This is a song about "Respect existence"

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

... that our existence is troubled

He blew ounces quick, his deficient existence had astounded kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Or rhymes so explicit, if it weren't for the rat's existence.

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

He would probably come in stores like "i invented existence

To find your own existence and a mistress

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

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

So if i stay in an uplifting position for my existence

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings