This is a song about "Issue"

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

Issue that essential to solve is part of rap falls blind

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

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

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.

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

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick