This is a song about "Murdering my ex"

And everybody's having sex

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

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

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

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

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows