This is a song about "Your ex is a slag"

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Your rhyme is like a poison dart,

Snitches here don't got no heart

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Admire your style and your physique

Your legacy is more than just a streak

Ain't no women at the shows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Inside your mind is a strange flow,

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow