This is a song about "Issue tracking"

Issue that essential to solve is part of rap falls blind

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

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

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

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

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

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

Get porunga to give you bigger balls so you'd issue

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

We need to talk about this issue, every minute's the limit,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Wasting talent, packing to go tracking.