This is a song about "Ex es"

I'm not saying i'm going to change the world

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

And you are not around like black fathers

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

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Ain't no women at the shows