This is a song about "Tired being locked in"

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Mind-block like in box that's locked

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

I've been locked in my room getting faded

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

Im tired of being the third wheel

Terror can be locked up in a phyciatric unit for being a member

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Yes i'm tired of being the villian now

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

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