This is a song about "Laughing about an ex"

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

It's kinda sad, but i'm laughing whatever happens

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Adrenaline pumpin' like i'm about to commit an armed robbery

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Just thinking about it makes my heart feel like an empty pit.

Everything about us is an ongoing battle

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Lets talk about when they hear my rap theyre jaws are gonna drop with an

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

I gotta little clout

And i'm attacking, smacking you down while laughing

And getting money is the song i sing