This is a song about "Miss my ex"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Or you just might miss my wink

I promise to keep it honest

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You feel it from your head to your toes

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Gotta get paid in case i miss my blessing

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Fearing imma miss my chance

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route