This is a song about "My ex boyfriend mike"

You feel it from your head to your toes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

Baby i’mma mess, mess

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

It's dark n' im writin barkin like i'm fightin for mike vick as my #1 critic

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Don't play the beat, you might start singing boyfriend instead of my track,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows