This is a song about "Tired of these niggas"

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

Oh my god i'm so tired of these rappers thinking

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I say i'm tired of trying

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Have these niggas falling off like hairs of my pubic.

Man i am so tired of these damn sluts

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

And all of these niggas swore they were the coolest

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle