This is a song about "Ex girlfriend fat disabled cunt hobo retard shit"

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Harder than i did your girlfriend,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

So while you worry about the hoes

Feel disabled, feels painful. it feels fatal.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt

She got me caught up in the moment

Cause i can’t wait much longer

Than drank that wine which is ex water,