This is a song about "Missing my ex"

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

You feel it from your head to your toes

Like a line full of hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

One day i'll earn my recognition, spit till my vocal cords are missing

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Something's missing piece of my mind repositioned, i speak but no one listens

My ex wont settle for joint custody, she controls men like puppetry,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

I prefer your applause without a handout

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out