This is a song about "My ex hoe ja"

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Like curses on the radio

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Took my heart away from money

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

You ain't my bro no more,you are hoe

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

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

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets