This is a song about "Tired of bullshit"

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Lemme know when you grow sick of all the bullshit

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

I'm tired of following other shadows,

When you took my hand up so calm

Im tired of being slepted on

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

After that moscato hit

Clear of any bullshit

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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