This is a song about "Ex es"

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Like a line full of hoes

I've got nothin' to worry about

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense