This is a song about "Tired of arguing"

She say she tired of lying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

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

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

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

The youngest of my mother kids

Im tired of seeing all these couldve beens

My city's culture to the game now in existence

I'm tired of following other shadows,

So while you worry about the hoes

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

Need i say more out in singapore