This is a song about "Issue tracking"

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

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

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

Momma said i should reconsider law school

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Cracking throat,scrambling papers,to capture the fame,tracking my veins,

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

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

You're a worst issue,

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Issue that essential to solve is part of rap falls blind

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived