This is a song about "Tired of getting played"

I was born to do the damn thing

You was tired of the cursing

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Your life is a product of trash

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

Im tired of these bitches

That shoebox shit, over with

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Tired of people lying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings