This is a song about "Hating my ex"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

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

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

No cursing....no hating,just loving why'd that all have to change, in my mind

So, fuck whoever hating i stay letting my tool pop

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Lets come up to my city

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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