This is a song about "Ex es"

And these shape-shifting hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

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

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

I was charged on suspicion of sabotaging the engine to evade the ex

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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