This is a song about "My ex hoe ja"

Get you high, keep it on the low

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Never lookin for a handout

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa