This is a song about "Fake ex girlfriend"

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

I was charged on suspicion of sabotaging the engine to evade the ex

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Harder than i did your girlfriend,

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Took me a while just to write those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And you are not around like black fathers

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