This is a song about "Ex relationships"

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

The mean streets, water flows through vessels, and relationships,

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

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Every night i stroke hoes

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And i can handle relationships, but shit this bitch got me in too deep

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

But am i less holy

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim