This is a song about "Ex es"

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

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

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Ain't no women at the shows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

Abc, skip the d she’s got double e’s

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline