This is a song about "Issue"

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

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

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

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

You're a worst issue,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

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

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

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

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus