This is a song about "You re done"

These words you talk are far done

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

And if it blast at ya chest, my nigga you are done

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Cause everyday you be downtown like drinking your rum getting it done.

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Hell naw you need to re-think that

You 're a gap and a bully so stop this folly

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Fuck it bitch, i'm done with you.

And word i blew off herb i grew

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Top ranked, number one my son

Fuck you and this im done