This is a song about "Ex boyfriends"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Stop spittin on this mic please, spend it on your boyfriends dick

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

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

You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low