This is a song about "Ex es"

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

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

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

I swear they think i'm crazy

This is love, nothing else close

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

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

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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