This is a song about "My ex being a bitch"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman

A ph.d in being dumb, my dream girl. my only one

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

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

You aren’t up to date being an mcee for a bitch is too late,

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

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Down just so we can grow