This is a song about "Tired of snitches"

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

'cuz i'm tired of your shit and the mental abuse,

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Now this is what i call an evening

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And that maybach, let me take em way back

I'm tired of them talking smack on my track.

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Man i am so tired of these damn sluts

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash