This is a song about "Ex slut fat whore hate diss"

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Fuck fame, fuck money

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

I've got nothin' to worry about

Oh, did i scare you, slut?

I love you though i'll still fuck

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Spit a poem or a diss

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this