This is a song about "Love song about my ex"

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Talking about big love

Wood chain with a jesus

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Wale dc said we on joe

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

She's every love song that i love singing

When the song plays, nobody loves "drunk in love",

And i ain't never plan to be famous