This is a song about "Finished love"

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

It's automatic i win this - oh you hear those horns, you finished

Hold off, we're not finished

And you could find interest

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I'll tear 'em up like 420 did in "faggot you're finished",

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

For you will be seeing him soon when i'm finished

"hit 'em up" like 2pac, 420 in "faggot you're finished",

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

You people better believe i'm far from finished

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

They say i crossed the line but no im not finished