This is a song about "Hate my ex"

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

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

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

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,

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Wale dc said we on joe

And the v12, that's on various trips

Mine hate my soothing hysterics

My ex wont settle for joint custody, she controls men like puppetry,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

My flow you hate the pace

Caught in a maze

My hearts aboutta break, from dealin with all this motherfuckin hate

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great