This is a song about "Fed up"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

But now our hate is raw, raging wars, no peace, we’re fed up,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

But y'all wonder why there's very little peace, we're fed up,

Till you get fed up and wanna die

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Your chick will be fed up and gone and then called fedex

Well aren't you getting fed up

They like talking, its like gossip

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

I am so fed up with all of the bullshit,

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see