This is a song about "Issues"

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Truth be told i have some issues that i fail to mention

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

But i feel like i should be able to tell someone about my issues..

And i have trust issues

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I see you have mommy issues but put on your muzzle.

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Had to deal with all the issues

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

And i won't stop until the issues that plague today's addressed,

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth