This is a song about "Ex es"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

You gotta learn how to get over something before you jump the fence.

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Ex-convict but still behind them bars