This is a song about "Ex es"

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw