This is a song about "Diss your ex"

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Hey, must be the money

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

You can tell by your so called diss jealousy runs it,

Took your ex to a hotel, had her undressed and shameless

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,