This is a song about "Getting over your ex"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

After getting your ass repeatedly handed to me.

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Its all over your face

Don't you fall from grace

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

These voices become your conscious getting louder everyday.

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

I was tired at first, tired of thirst, and getting fucked over

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her