This is a song about "Done at work"

I'm done, so mad at you that i don't wanna say goodbye

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

A relapsed addict, putting in the work so i could be crack at it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

You're a disgrace to real rappers who steady getting their work done

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn

I have already murdered you in cold blood, my work here is done

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

My failures show his work at best

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

And if it blast at ya chest, my nigga you are done

Rolling in more green than a hole in one