This is a song about "Issue"

You're a worst issue,

It may be not the same for you

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

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

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

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

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

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

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

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

Issue that essential to solve is part of rap falls blind

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but