This is a song about "Making your ex jealous"

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

We love for a while then a light goes

Not even twentyone and your making me wanna be an alcoholic,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

Took your ex to a hotel, had her undressed and shameless

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Figure your figures making interest

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose