This is a song about "Ex friends"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Its alright u have no friends

You got that indie glow

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

To increase my ends

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

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

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto