This is a song about "Issue"

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

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

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

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

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

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

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

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

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

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