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

Your rhyme is like a poison dart,

Like a small garage in your backyard

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

No, no, we are not those

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Thinking about you, you slag

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through