This is a song about "Tired of arguing"

I'm tired of following other shadows,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

The reason why they had to give me a deal

Im tired of being the third wheel

I'm tired of life i'm autta it's door

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

I’m sick and tired of criminals, i’m locking up a nine,

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

And you ride with this

Im tired of these bitches

I'm tired of battling these wack ass rappers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Im tired of seeing all these couldve beens

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons