This is a song about "Tired of this bullshit"

I'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Im tired of these bitches

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

That's what they all say, soon i grew tired of this

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

The lies of this bullshit entertainment foreclosed

Im tired of this place even though its reality

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul