This is a song about "Ex boyfiend lies"

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

No, no, we are not those

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Maybe we just need to slow

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

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

I’m tryna be low key

With murderers, rapists and battered lies

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

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

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

They’re selling pies, telling lies, we’re just simply spitting lies,