This is a song about "An ex"

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Get yours; you know what this about

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

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

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

But now the dough like kaiser bro

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

You remind me of my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

Get you high, keep it on the low

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho