This is a song about "I hate my ex boyfriend"

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

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

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

Every boyfriend my mom dated was a clown

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

I was charged on suspicion of sabotaging the engine to evade the ex

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

This pain she inherit can't be reversed

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned