This is a song about "Crazy about an ex"

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

More crazy than an eighty year old lady, who just made a baby in back

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

It's crazy thinkin about my past experiences

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

I swear they think i'm crazy

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Just thinking about it makes my heart feel like an empty pit.

Adrenaline pumpin' like i'm about to commit an armed robbery

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Took me about an hour to write it

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that