This is a song about "Issue"

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

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

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

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

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

I call em up, they might fall through

You're a worst issue,

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

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

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

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Issue that essential to solve is part of rap falls blind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind