This is a song about "Tired of being modest"

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

I do the right thing

Tired of people lying

In my drawsring, ring, ring

She say she tired of lying

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Im tired of being slepted on

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Baby got that super bass

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

I'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died