This is a song about "Issue"

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

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

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

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

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

Issue that essential to solve is part of rap falls blind

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole