This is a song about "Ex es"

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him