This is a song about "My ex"

Back like i never ever left in the first

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

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

And you are not around like black fathers

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

And these shape-shifting hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows