This is a song about "I m tired of mikayla"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

That's what they all say, soon i grew tired of this

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I"m the designated driver

Im tired of being slepted on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

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

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Always ask to video chat first, and always suspect the worst,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Im tired of these bitches

And you ride with this