This is a song about "Fucking my ex"

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Cause i got my fucking glock,

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

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

Bun b, i’m underground king

Dry land , but its my fucking

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

We like to party

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Here they keep a rachet close

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And that i spent the night with her

Than drank that wine which is ex water,