This is a song about "Ex es"

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

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Took your ex to a hotel, had her undressed and shameless

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

I was charged on suspicion of sabotaging the engine to evade the ex

You gotta learn how to get over something before you jump the fence.

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock