This is a song about "Erectile dysfunction"

I wont even have one injury, tore the others up with my artillery,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Timing them wrist watch down

I drive that all around

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

You were handicapped from birth call it congenital defect,

I'm down, u down, no more fuckin around

I'll keep on moving and tryna get out

They just go around

Flub it when whores wound down

I said believe in your dreams

Its hard for a black man on the streets