This is a song about "Issue"

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

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

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

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

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

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

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

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

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

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

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you