This is a song about "Done with it"

Mean it this time we're done.

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Don't want to be the king

He's probably done with breathing.

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

Ross and folarin, couple women

Then just leave when it all done

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Forget it i'm done with being a so called "thug",

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Period i'm done with being your emotional scapegoat,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

No longer gonna try to tell dad shit, i'm done with it