This is a song about "Ex es"

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense