This is a song about "Ex box"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Coolest thing to come out the ice box

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

You feel it from your head to your toes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Here they keep a rachet close

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

I've got nothin' to worry about

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,