This is a song about "Dead beat ex boyfriends"

I just murdered off this beat, man i guess it's dead,

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

And everybody's having sex

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Because of my mom and her dead beat husband

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

Stop spittin on this mic please, spend it on your boyfriends dick

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows