This is a song about "Making your ex jealous"

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Figure your figures making interest

Two reflections into one

Making this your anthem

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

That's making your head bob even if the music was muted,

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'll rebel against your jealous hating, blessed with the essence to excel with patience

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And these shape-shifting hoes

I'll beat your ass like a jealous husband.

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust