This is a song about "Ex es"

Fuck fame, fuck money

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

You feel it from your head to your toes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

And everybody's having sex