This is a song about "Ex es"

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

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

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

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

And these shape-shifting hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

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

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Uh, my mind still lurkin' on rappad figurin' out who to murk next

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