This is a song about "Tired of the straggling"

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

I'm tired of missing the skills that i lack.

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

I'm tired of seeing the sun just through a skylight

I'm gettin' tired of moderating and fightin' the crimes,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter