This is a song about "Not done"

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

No i'm not done talkin, pistol on my side and these biches still barkin

No time to sleep, the job isn't done

They'll have to rename this one

Im destroying them all with one rap done

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Call me an emo, but im actually not one, just cause i wish my life was done,

Can’t you see just how long my run

They're getting shit done

I just wanna leave fuck it i'm done

I lost my connection with my woman

Done looked what they've done

We have nothing in common

So now she picks up the gun

That's all for me i'm done.