This is a song about "A breakup with ex boyfriend"

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

But make sure if they do see

When she brings home a new boyfriend her brother will be asking so many questions,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

Here they keep a rachet close

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows