This is a song about "Ex es"

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

This is love, nothing else close

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Ain't no women at the shows

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next