This is a song about "Tired of getting played"

I'm tired of following other shadows,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

A player getting played at his own game

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

I was tired of that chump

Put the purp in the blunt

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

She say she tired of lying