This is a song about "An ex that were telling me stor"

The voices in my head are telling me that im going to loose,

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

I was wondering maybe

I'm not gonna lie their were fine girls, i'm telling ya

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

What? you telling me that's just an opinion?

And get on down with this thc vision

And now that i’m getting money

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Counselors telling me what i'm supposed to be

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

My brains the thing that pull it, mates be telling me to cool it

My parents keep telling me

I’m a hustla, baby