This is a song about "Done wit your shit"

But by the power of god, i say i'm done, shit

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Top ranked, number one my son

They're getting shit done

Fuck wit me again i'll slice your throat behind closed curtains.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Dont need no love to get this shit done

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

That slick criminal wit, the shit i spit chews,

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Allowin for increased wit with decreased shit/

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

But my shit done hit the roof and the ceiling fan.

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

All you do spit shit, thats it, its done,