This is a song about "Ex diss"

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

So while you worry about the hoes

Or you'll drive me crazy

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

I've got nothin' to worry about

Ummnow i dun been around the world

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

Don't realize this is a diss

The emergency room, gettin stitches