This is a song about "Issue"

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

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

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

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

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

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

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