This is a song about "My ex"

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You feel it from your head to your toes