This is a song about "Ex es"

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

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

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

I make you feel like it is 10 below

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Battle ten of ya bitc*es and come out just fine

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

No, no, we are not those

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense