This is a song about "Tired of fighting"

Im tired of being the third wheel

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Im tired of being slepted on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

But got comma’s in my statement

I was tired of that chump

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

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