This is a song about "Murdering my ex"

Murdering another bitch

I'm sure to get rich

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,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

You haven't heard of this verbal murdering:

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

And these shape-shifting hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Murdering the beat fatality

Like hoes down in magic city

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero