This is a song about "Ex es"

Every night i stroke hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Like a line full of hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex