This is a song about "Y all done"

I've done all my research and i've put in my work,

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I done got famous, all i did was bring it

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

What up girl, tell me how you been

Then just leave when it all done

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

Im done with tou bitch watch all my votes magically appear,

I know about us white people and all the evil we've done,

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

Well baby bot there ain't no question

I thank my momma for all shes ever done

I pop one, you pop one

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

So done fucking breathing, so done with all this grieving