This is a song about "An ex"

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

He went from moving that corner

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

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Every night i stroke hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You feel it from your head to your toes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows