This is a song about "Ain t falling for you no more"

You have no more words for me

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Bitch, i might make you my baby

You don't drink, more for me

You don’t have to worry no more

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Hahaha, hmm yup... i'm gone... for good... no more focussed mind...

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

He made me shudder no more, he forages happiness for my soul

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Oh shit, now you don't wanna party no more?

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Won't hear about you no more, i'm sure,

But for that, i gotta bust my ass no more charades.

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes