This is a song about "Ex es"

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Took your ex to a hotel, had her undressed and shameless

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Battle ten of ya bitc*es and come out just fine

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

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

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