This is a song about "Ex december"

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

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

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

You redundant, you never ever change

It feels like december 8th

To them it's just a story

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

And it was late december, couple days, and merry christmas,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I'm talking about the rap game i'll take it next december.

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better