This is a song about "Your done"

Rat-a-tat-tat, your done 'n sacked, and there's no coming back,

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

After im done with you your bones will be stringy

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Your swag sweater looks like swiss cheese when i get done

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Period i'm done with being your emotional scapegoat,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

When i get done i have your tired ass drinking gatorade

Me and my microphone could be one

When really i know you think your life's done

Last sigh expressed on why was it done but your fucking dead!

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

And you'll be done for, but your body will be still warm

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm