This is a song about "Ex es"

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

If you ain't about money

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

You know...you know who you are

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job