This is a song about "Erectile dysfunction"

Its hard for a black man on the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

You think your hard lets put that erection to the test and

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

You're a different color and people act as if it's an genetic abnormality!

On this disorder pull the cord or swing

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

The drug that they brain need

Yea we hard on the street

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Because it looks like your moving slow mo

Especially when i feel failure, it gives me that sense of shame

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame