This is a song about "Epithelial tissues"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Anybody can get it, hand his man some tissues

First off congratulations on the win

Tissues and moans even in the morning

Oh man shes bleeding get her some tissues

When they hear me rocking the groove

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

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

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

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news