This is a song about "Connective tissue"

But if i just try to really bust mine, i rush right through like a tissue

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

You in your feelings get a tissue

Getting rough in the booth like the tissue of armadillos

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Heres a tissue, and now clean your jaw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

On the tissue like other nasal germs

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Do you need a tissue to soak up the tears you display.

Is heaven just another door? and my people say