This is a song about "An ex"

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Ima keep that on the low

And these shape-shifting hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes