This is a song about "I m so tired or living"

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

Or should i call it a prision, nah , cause im living.

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Can barely walk the city streets

Or a heroin to the tired n fucking sin to a liar

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Go crazy when she hear music

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

I was tired at first, tired of thirst, and getting fucked over