This is a song about "Ex es"

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Took your ex to a hotel, had her undressed and shameless

Uh, my mind still lurkin' on rappad figurin' out who to murk next

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

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

Ain't no women at the shows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

Big homie hov said i am close

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

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