This is a song about "Fuck my ex"

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

It's obvious i'm crazy

And you are not around like black fathers

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

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

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

Ain't no women at the shows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Here they keep a rachet close

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Fuck fire, im my own element

She forget about her husband