This is a song about "Ex boy friend"

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Call me whatever joe

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Get yours; you know what this about

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

The you should look up in the stars

Beach on the weekend

I thought you were a friend

I'll never be your best friend

Hold my tears i tried my best

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

And these shape-shifting hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows