This is a song about "Tissues"

Anybody can get it, hand his man some tissues

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Tissues and moans even in the morning

The feds slower than a can pouring

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Oh man shes bleeding get her some tissues