This is a song about "Ex es"

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

My lady, my baby

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

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

But am i less holy

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Maybe we just need to slow

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

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