This is a song about "That perfect ex guyfriend"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

She has these two perfect eyes that i can't let go of

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

About a man, that from the outside looked perfect

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Ain't no women at the shows

That my life's picture perfect, every day's a kodak moment

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Look, another day another dollar

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops