This is a song about "Missing my ex"

Now he's starting to think the screws in my head aren't lose but missing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

I must go like fly route

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

One day i'll earn my recognition, spit till my vocal cords are missing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Lazy sundays make my friends think i've gone missing

With those crazy ass people at the county building

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Every night i stroke hoes

Tried to yank my chain now your missing a tooth

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes