This is a song about "Tissue"

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

You in your feelings get a tissue

You know...you know who you are

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Heres a tissue, and now clean your jaw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

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

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

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

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

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Ma gin tissue- u soft. i ,goku, sensed u, sent you off.//

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

On the tissue like other nasal germs

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

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you