This is a song about "I m tired of being lonely"

Why not me the same thing

I say i'm tired of trying

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Just tired of your gay comments i must say honest

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

I'm so tired of this i could blow, fire in the hole

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Whenever i got a rhyme and feel lonely

So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony

I'm tired of missing the skills that i lack.

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter