This is a song about "Done loving you"

These words you talk are far done

Tryna find the one

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

Cause everyday you be downtown like drinking your rum getting it done.

Yo jump lol i thought you were done

So now she picks up the gun

I'm a son of a gun

Say what? you thought that i was done?

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Its cold as shit in this booth

It's now fucken done you lose

But here's news for you fucker that cannot be done

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman