This is a song about "Issue tracking"

I feel like it's an issue that we need to tackle

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

The issue with that shit is that i don't give a fuck

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Red down no mustard.trust it, cupid dazed her issue she in love

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

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

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

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

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you