This is a song about "Ex chick"

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

On trial for possession of some chronic

(singing) weve all had that one chick,

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

I bet you hear that white music

That why is baddest chick

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Here they keep a rachet close

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

But make sure if they do see

Killing these niggas off quick

Or you gonna stand there, chick

Your bro ain't that much different than a chick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic