This is a song about "An ex g"

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

But apparently its talent g,

Now that am no longer b i g

Don't worry bout a thang baby

I'm a grade a o g

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You feel it from your head to your toes

And losin all his money

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free