This is a song about "Seeing an ex"

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

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

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Thank fuck my ex use to moan tho

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Your seeing stars, spangled

Seeing ghosts from the past

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

I was charged on suspicion of sabotaging the engine to evade the ex