This is a song about "Ex es"

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

They go major, the flow is no longer

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

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

Never let the game play youand for the fame

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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