This is a song about "I m tired"

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

I"m the designated driver

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

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