This is a song about "My ex hirl"

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,

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

I was charged on suspicion of sabotaging the engine to evade the ex

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

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim