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

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

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Raise my name, but i hate the fame

Then we cut, look how she say my name

So much shit on my mind i fucking hate it

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And these shape-shifting hoes

Know give me a head start

So i feel hate in my heart

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers