This is a song about "Nose bleed"

Live from the lamont's rose

Mustache and a big nose,

Till i layed his ass out when he started to bleed

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I've never ever wanted anyone to bleed,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I've never ever wanted anyone to bleed,

And these shape-shifting hoes

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

Call the network dipset family ties

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

Swear i will murk any beat