This is a song about "Tired of getting played"

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

I was tired of that chump

She can only live for the moment

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

You're chained to the ways of these twisted drug games you've played

People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

She say she tired of lying

Frightening, so fucking frightening