This is a song about "Ex es"

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

You gotta learn how to get over something before you jump the fence.

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

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Took me a while just to write those

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows