This is a song about "Being tired"

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Im tired of being slepted on

I'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Vaccines can't protect cha from the rap dean's infectious tech burst

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

You was tired of the cursing