This is a song about "Your ex new gf"

Been making a new cd's, i hope it's getting your praise

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

This is love, nothing else close

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And these shape-shifting hoes

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

In new orleans, close your eyes, might need ya mommy

Like being garbage some type of disease

Burnt like burnt grease on your brand new lease.

This is the part where we run hip hop

Your the new kid on the block

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Get you ready for your new job