This is a song about "No big issue"

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Issue that essential to solve is part of rap falls blind

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Told to leave no stone unturned, what happens if i never get big and discovered

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

You bout the issue bro, cus ive been though more shit then a tissue roll.

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I woulda done anything for my own

No remorse stoned on big a dirty slutty cone

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

We need to talk about this issue, every minute's the limit,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Acts like a big man, but has no idea what he's doin'