This is a song about "Its done"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I'm ice cold like you when you was done with my heart, it's/

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

To get naked when we were kids, now its too late and im done with

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

And the deal is done when you see my blade or feel its touch

That is new to me its has been passed done from different

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Easy e, easier said than done

All you do spit shit, thats it, its done,

This thing that you could imagine

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Say what? you thought that i was done?