This is a song about "Ex boy"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

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

Here they keep a rachet close

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

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

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Hope you heard that intro

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy