This is a song about "Fed up"

Fifty cents your favorite rapper man, no wonder you're fed up

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

What a mess! but we clean in the club

I've had enough, now i'm so fed up

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Im fed up with lives problems case of the cold shoulders/

Holla out my set

Bullets is what you was fed

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Tied up no squeaks fed em for weeks in the cement cellar," heather i'm steve

Fed up, so pack your bag is what you choose to do

She better shed a couple tears when she come through