This is a song about "School issues"

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

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

Tell myself it aint that bad you know. my issues arent important.

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Tryna address issues to this generation’s youth,

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Sicker and quicker and thicker are deing of the fixable issues

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

And i have trust issues

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Life's difficult, my issues have left me analytical.

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

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