This is a song about "Ex es"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

No, no, we are not those

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

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

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow