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

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

You don;t thin anymore

Bitch, i was born to ball

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

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way