This is a song about "I m tierd of trying done lying done whit drugs i feel bad"

And i listen to common

Say what? you thought that i was done?

I feel like i have done nothing, and i'm just waiting to die,

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

I rap i know i aint half bad right? but how many niggas you done clapped

All i ever done was

And i'm still hurtin over pops

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

I done made sacrifices for solutions now i feel alone in the trenches

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this