This is a song about "Done at work"

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

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

And i'm gonna keep at it, work to improve/

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

The pain, the rash, is done at last, the gun is cocked, clock stops

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Im a lazy stoner but work hard at times

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Jack up your car high like we work at autobahn