This is a song about "Ex lovers"

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other of a bridge

I was charged on suspicion of sabotaging the engine to evade the ex

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows