This is a song about "Ex es"

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

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

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

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

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

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

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes