This is a song about "Pathetic exs"

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

U look pathetic and smell like some dog shit

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Sometimes i feel like gettig a knife and fucking ending my pathetic life,

Its pathetic when you leave a kid horrified,

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Don't like to embellish, your efforts' pathetic

Lord forbid, for the good kid

They call me pathetic

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

My exs all bitter because im living sweet

But i won't sugarcoat, clothe nor pad this! you're old, pathetic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence