This is a song about "Issue"

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

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

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

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

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

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

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

I understand i'm back by popular demand

The boa know they loving the crew

You're a worst issue,

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

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

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

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle