This is a song about "Ex es"

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Baby heading down a cloud

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Took me a while just to write those

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Abc, skip the d she’s got double e’s

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow