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.

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

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

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

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

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

Issue that essential to solve is part of rap falls blind

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service