This is a song about "Ex es"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

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

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought