This is a song about "Not done"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

You thought i was done i'm not finished pimpin'

There are times when you'll need someone

That's all for me i'm done.

So done fucking breathing, so done with all this grieving

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Middle school was finally done

You'll need a stitch when i'm done

Baby you're the one

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Okay not done quite yet, so sit back, son

Fuck you and this im done

Miami nights, ain't another one

These words you talk are far done

I'm a son of gun