This is a song about "My ex and my crush"

Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Hey cole world, real cold world

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

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

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Here they keep a rachet close

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I wonder what is in store for us, you my crush, my heart you touch

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out