This is a song about "Issue"

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

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

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

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

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

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

Want to let you know i love you

You're a worst issue,

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

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you