This is a song about "Ex es"

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

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

I'd done stacked many

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

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

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

We been all around the world

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line