This is a song about "Done"

Fuck you and this im done

Tryna find the one

Yall know what? ignore button

Im not even far from done

I know what i've done

Two reflections into one

Now i'm out, done, finished man i'm done with these rhymes

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

So done fucking breathing, so done with all this grieving

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I wonder why we take from our women

I'm sitting here thinking of what ive done

Then just leave when it all done

But girl you got me open

And i am one of one

That's all for me i'm done.