This is a song about "Tired of getting played"

Got acres of papers, like i played for the la lakers.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

A player getting played at his own game

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

I was tired at first, tired of thirst, and getting fucked over

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Im getting tired of people spraying shit and darting off

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause