This is a song about "Tired of the same old thing"

You turned your back on me, i will do the same thing

Light skinned women, all sex everything

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Your whip so cold – this old thing?

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

You was tired of the cursing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Same nigga from the bottom ain't a damn thing change

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Im tired of being the third wheel