This is a song about "Erectile dysfunction"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Ur a mishap, our skill-gap is bigger n' bothers me

Maybe i'll teach you something about how we deal with strife.

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

They gave us life and even in the strife, man they raised us,

Except the ones about my life, my strife, it's trife, knife fights,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

But with all the strife it was still fucking dynamite

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

And plus i feel like we could never get out of this deficit,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

No need to turn villainous, just accept your impotence