This is a song about "Ex gir"

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

You were the one that wants to be my ex,