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

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

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Yo this is your homie a scale

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Inside your mind is a strange flow,

They say nothings ever free

Not a softy, your rap is faulty

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

We love for a while then a light goes