This is a song about "Epithelial tissues"

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Oh man shes bleeding get her some tissues

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Anybody can get it, hand his man some tissues

Tissues and moans even in the morning

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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