This is a song about "My ex bitch"

My motto is: chicago, bitch

Double m self made we forever rich

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Like a line full of hoes

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Your main chick is now my bitch

Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show