This is a song about "Issues"

But my issues where to cruel for you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

I wish more people would feel me, i spit real issues

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

How about the issues of the uneducated or the un elevated

Tryna address issues to this generation’s youth,

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

All the alcohol abuse just made dad's anger issues worse

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Had to deal with all the issues

Sicker and quicker and thicker are deing of the fixable issues

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line