This is a song about "Look what you done"

Done, what, finished it already

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

Torture to look in the mirror hating what you see

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

(0.32) //when you look at me, pray tell what it is you see,

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

After i'm done it's gon look like a slaughterhouse.

“what do you see in my eyes?” he says ‘nothing’. “well dammit look harder.”

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And look what rap's reduced to:

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Look at what i became

Heavy in the game

We might be back in this baby

Look undaneath, what do you see?