This is a song about "We next lit money flex on my ex"

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

The way we making money on some stupid shit

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You lit a fuse, you should've quit, but you spit on my mom, prepare for napalm when/

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Get yours; you know what this about

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

We love for a while then a light goes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows