This is a song about "Ex for a reason"

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

49. for a reason for treason,

Me and my microphone could be one

I found myself a reason

When it's all said and done

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

If im here for a reason, then what the fuck is it

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

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Im rhyming to explain the reason, not rhyming for no reason

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Now i'm not blaming a single reason for her fucked up life

Had to wear the 13's with them

For no apparent reason