This is a song about "Teenage issues"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

But i’m tryna address issues, i ain’t playing games,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

When i get to warwick avenue

But my issues where to cruel for you

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

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

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

How about the issues of the uneducated or the un elevated

I got them saying

All these issues i'm facing