This is a song about "So done"

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Forget it i'm done with being a so called "thug",

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

So i chose him carefully.. i don't care about what iv done,

Fights over, who won? im gone, too far gone, so im done, i had my fun

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

So i done do that, and i ask you guess what?

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Time done froze, on my road that iv'e chose, so the wind blows,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

I'm done, so mad at you that i don't wanna say goodbye

Two dyke bitches while i'm filmin' them picnic, yum

Before you become so #well-done, his #praise is seldom