This is a song about "Im finished"

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

Then shook together a couple bars and hooks, finished,

You and your people will be diminished finished

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

But this song is infinitely finished

I decided my pride is just why i resist

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sini'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

I'm not a credit card when im finished you use vengeance , im not care-less or a guy whos senseless

And he still ain't finished? (come on!)

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

You blast this shit in abercrombie when your work is finished