This is a song about "My exs"

I need a backyard full court size

See my pain through my eyes,

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My own unknown is my enemy,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My exs all bitter because im living sweet

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These my rhymes and my story