This is a song about "Done with your bullshit"

I am done with your bullshit now, as soon as we break up, you get with another guy

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Quit with the bullshit, treating us like fakes for god's sake.

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I'll intimidate you with my bullshit conversations,

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

I'm done with this fuckin chump

Period i'm done with being your emotional scapegoat,

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Hes done with you bitch ass, your last fish, worse than a bass, im sittin in class,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Cause maybe the devil son, shoot you with my semi-gun, your done.