This is a song about "Tired of people"

Im tired of being the third wheel

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

I'm tired of people saying jesus will guide us,

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

So chase the air hide your stash

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

You was tired of the cursing

I'm tired of people talking shit behind my back.

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag