This is a song about "Mirrors issues"

I call em up, they might fall through

But my issues where to cruel for you

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

( its like, i never wanna talk about my issues cause i always-

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Tryna address issues to this generation’s youth,

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

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

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news