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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

And after all the filthy things that u deserve are done..

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Excuse me sir, are we done, gotta go running,

The feds slower than a can pouring

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

When we sleep, are we complete? is it the outside looking in?

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

These words you talk are far done

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Are done for a purpose,

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

We have nothing in common