This is a song about "Ex es"

Guess i’m different than most

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

Long as she come to me first

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

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

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

While i'm making history

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Everybody finger point in your direction