This is a song about "Beeing done"

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

I'm sitting here thinking of what ive done

That's all for me i'm done.

Top ranked, number one my son

After the club, gettin you open

Honed a bit and then you're done/

They're getting shit done

I'm a son of gun

Give him the money say i'm done.

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Tryna find the one

These words you talk are far done

I just wanna leave fuck it i'm done

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

He's probably done with breathing.