This is a song about "Tired of snitches"

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

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

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Got tired of listening up just to disagree

Im tired of being slepted on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

And you ride with this

Im tired of these bitches

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Man i am so tired of these damn sluts

I was tired of that chump

And the word most important