This is a song about "My ex hoe"

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

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Flo flo flow bad dad catch a cab hoe in my habitat

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Tryna break my shit? then you fuck around and get billed hoe

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

That's my cash flow; the mass of the ass attached to my last hoe

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow