This is a song about "Tissues"

Anybody can get it, hand his man some tissues

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

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

Oh man shes bleeding get her some tissues

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Tissues and moans even in the morning

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues