This is a song about "Erectdial dysfunction"

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Too bad you're all alone and a failure you made yourself

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Spit a pool of acid then take a swan dive, clutch moment, i'm ready to thrive

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

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

I'll evade the strife and will never take my life for granted...

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

All i have to show for it is failure and tears,

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,