This is a song about "My ex girl"

Why you gotta toy with my emotions, girl?

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

No, no, we are not those

My ex wont settle for joint custody, she controls men like puppetry,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Oh girl you're my narcotic

Keep the bitches on my dick