This is a song about "Finance issues"

Sicker and quicker and thicker are deing of the fixable issues

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Deal with your issues, everyone's got them

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

I wish more people would feel me, i spit real issues

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

So i gotta couple issues,

Its cold as shit in this booth

And i have trust issues

All the alcohol abuse just made dad's anger issues worse

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Face the facts, that i gotta start with a bad finance