This is a song about "Tired of stress"

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

That shoebox shit, over with

Im tired of these bitches

I'm everything that they call nice

Get away from the stress of life

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

But thank god that i'm blessed, that's none of my stress

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes