This is a song about "Now i am done"

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

But for now i am still strugglin like ghandi

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Now here i am three months later, full blown relapse

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

But now i realize it completes who i am.

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

And now here i am talking to you

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

I am done i cannot be saved

Must be something you want me to see

I guess now i'm done telling this story,

Now sing with me: i am gonna cut my wrists

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service