This is a song about "Ex babbes"

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

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

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Lets come up to my city

Took your ex to a hotel, had her undressed and shameless

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else