This is a song about "Issues"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

How about the issues of the uneducated or the un elevated

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

How about the issues of the uneducated

Tryna address issues to this generation’s youth,

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Sicker and quicker and thicker are deing of the fixable issues

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

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

It's so simple all these issues when i blatantly rhyme,

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

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

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