This is a song about "Ex es"

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty