This is a song about "A diss track about my ex who cheated on me"

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

Who thinkin' they're big shots? runnin' on the fast track,

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Polemic, i corrupt the memories of those who try diss me

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

I got my life back on track

You got reason to brag

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes