This is a song about "Ex es"

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

I swear they think i'm crazy

Get you high, keep it on the low

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho