This is a song about "Epithelial tissues"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Tissues and moans even in the morning

Heart is split in half and now my trash is filled with tissues/

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

I can tell you carry purses and you’re always jacking tissues,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Oh man shes bleeding get her some tissues

When they hear me rocking the groove

Anybody can get it, hand his man some tissues

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose