This is a song about "Issue of the times voters"

Make an issue of me dissin' you with lines colder than an igloo

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Could go down as the dirtiest lines of all times

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

So she just sit while settling for the lesser

Of the times you wish i would remember your splendor

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

You bout the issue bro, cus ive been though more shit then a tissue roll.

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

But of course you don't mind when your submitting the prints to the times.

Reminding me of the bad times

Nigga fuck the black and whites