This is a song about "Tired of the dis"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Im tired of beef and the passion of negativity passin so i gotta be

You was tired of the cursing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Will somebody please show me how

Yes i'm tired of being the villian now

Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I'm tired of all the bullshit going through my ears

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

I'm so tired of this i could blow, fire in the hole

Im tired of being the third wheel

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel