This is a song about "Mexicans and cheaters and ex"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

'cuz we gettin' that work like mexicans,

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

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

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

I woke up screaming, fuck the world