This is a song about "Missing my ex"

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

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

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

There must be some part of my brain missing

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Lazy sundays make my friends think i've gone missing

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

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

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes