This is a song about "Ex es"

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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