This is a song about "My ex g"

And my posse they are with me so don't cry you shit g

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

A demon that feeds of my inner g

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Hey, must be the money

I got bigger problems baby

On hip hop and grime my g,

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

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

Guess i’m different than most

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows