This is a song about "An ex g"

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Guess i’m different than most

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

But apparently its talent g,

Took my heart away from money

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Go and diss me you're history missing g