This is a song about "Ex es"

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

Battle ten of ya bitc*es and come out just fine

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose