This is a song about "Fed up with yo shit"

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

My brain is the haziest, come up with some amazing shit

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

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

I'm gonna eat you up and shit you out, yo.

I'm fed up of failing, think i'll have more fun masturbating,

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

With all that infinite wisdom, can't you come up with better shit.

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Well aren't you getting fed up

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club