This is a song about "Its done"

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Well its done. its over. my wife is gone, she died.

High offa glue you see its quite a view to see at the sea couldn't of done this

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

When something is broken

Say what? you thought that i was done?

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Top ranked, number one my son

Done looked what they've done

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

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

I told him get his 9 and run

That's all for me i'm done.