This is a song about "Tired of bitches"

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Im tired of being the third wheel

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

I'm tired of battling these wack ass rappers

Tired of all the waitin' shit, and tired of all the hatin' shit

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Getting tired of compulsive liars

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

You was tired of the cursing

I say i'm tired of trying

Don't want to be the king

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Tired of feeling wired of dealing