This is a song about "Erectile dysfunction"

N one's buddy he is a killer and grim he won't blink n would fuck u di-rect

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

And be alive any many mini mo

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

N one's buddy he is a killer and grim he won't blink n would fuck u di-rect

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Uh oh we gotta go to another party so can party some mo

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer