This is a song about "Fake ex girlfriend"

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

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

You can think i'm a fake,

If i die before i wake

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Now a nigga got baking to bake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Harder than i did your girlfriend,

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense