This is a song about "Ex es"

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

No, no, we are not those

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Like curses on the radio

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

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

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Abc, skip the d she’s got double e’s