This is a song about "Ex girlfriendsa"

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

Ain't no women at the shows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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