This is a song about "Tired of this bullshit"

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Lower than this, tired of shit, just wanted to slit

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Im tired of these bitches

Tired of fighting this bad habits that consumate me

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Your bullshit come off of that

And now your best friend's having kids

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

Im sick and tired of all this corruption

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Im tired of this place even though its reality

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money