This is a song about "Tired of your bullshit you fuckin fag"

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

You're the boss of bullshit

Bitch. you fuckin yo dog in back of your house.

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Ill make you eat the words of your fruity rap then tell me how it fuckin tastes

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

If at all, now your a pawn of the bullshit they sell.

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Aren't you somethin', an original

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Lemme know when you grow sick of all the bullshit