This is a song about "A prostitute ex"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Convertibles with turbo jets

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

I was charged on suspicion of sabotaging the engine to evade the ex

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

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

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

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

Told me i was going to grow up to be a prostitute standing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her