This is a song about "Ex es"

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

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

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

So give it baby

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Abc, skip the d she’s got double e’s

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes