This is a song about "Tired of playing basketball"

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Tired of all the waitin' shit, and tired of all the hatin' shit

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Im tired of being the third wheel

Got tired of listening up just to disagree

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Im tired of seeing all these couldve beens

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I was born to do the damn thing

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

I'm tired of battling these wack ass rappers

She say she tired of lying

But he don't rule a thing

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will