This is a song about "We re done"

I pop one, you pop one

We are so done, you stupid cretin/

Can't win with a passive attack

Hell naw you need to re-think that

People riot and destroy, but we ain't done cause we want to destroy

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

While re-sealing your stitches

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

I ain't pulled the trigger yet, we ain't fucking done.

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Even when we got kick out our house for what we always done