This is a song about "Murdering my ex"

Every night i stroke hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Never lookin for a handout

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

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

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

My ex wont settle for joint custody, she controls men like puppetry,

Murdering another bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

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,

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Took my heart away from money