This is a song about "Thats it rene we are done"

Me and my microphone could be one

I just wanna leave fuck it i'm done

Then just leave when it all done

So now she picks up the gun

All you do spit shit, thats it, its done,

Just to match the grind with precision

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

When we had enough, we get used to it when it's all said and done

Are done for a purpose,

The game of love

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Cuz thats how we do it on my side of the tracks

Thats it we getting rich

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch