This is a song about "Tired ima get bitches"

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

I'm sick and twisted which bitches just don't seem to get

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

I think i'm starting to get tired, let me wake up dink a couple energy drinks and get wired

Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin outlawzbefore i leave, make sure everybody heard

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Tell them get off my diznick, you bucketheaded bitches

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Im tired of these bitches

Aight santana man...let's do this