This is a song about "Hate my ex"

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You feel it from your head to your toes

My flow you hate the pace

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

And i made it with that dope flow

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex 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,

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Hey, must be the money