This is a song about "I m done with rap"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I said i was done with the dissing, and i was but something was missing

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

I mean the game been dry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

I done with your out the game,

I'm done with thinking, i need more fixing

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I never chose rap, i guess it chose me, im done with this bitch ass, he aint no mc.