This is a song about "Im tired"

So you no i aint tired

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Im tired of being slepted on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

You was tired of the cursing

So if it comes down, may the best man win

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

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

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Im tired of beef and the passion of negativity passin so i gotta be

Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

I be giving work to the kids

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks