This is a song about "Ex boy friend"

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Talking about a friend, of a friend

I thought you were a friend

Hold up yea we the best

Then push the milk on a slow bend

I just want a best friend

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

And everybody's having sex

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

When you only have one friend and they only have one friend