This is a song about "I don t get tire"

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Don't tire me out if i run out of lines