This is a song about "Im tired of gettin shot at"

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Like you took my wife out of that body shot it at michael with a gun.

Im tired of being slepted on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Let your body retire, tired of looking at you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Im tired of being the third wheel

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Maybe using an untapped source or just beating that dead horse

Im gettin this paper and shoot it at hatas call it paper balls

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

You was tired of the cursing