This is a song about "An ex friend"

Convertibles with turbo jets

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And i ain't frontin for her

An old friend no stranger

Yeah, as i walk up to the alter

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

Stop it if you scared

I thought you were a friend

And its simple as that baby

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Uh, my mind still lurkin' on rappad figurin' out who to murk next

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