This is a song about "Giorgia whore ex"

Not one j got a pair or more

So fuck life to all those whore

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

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

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

That damier bag i bought her

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

Some old bitch that we did before

When you become the whole world's whore

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense