This is a song about "Nose bleed"

But writing these lyrics might just mak'em bleed

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

You stole from me from under my nose

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

Some friends, some hoes

Mustache and a big nose,

I'll make you bleed, death guaranteed.

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

But i'm not worried

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Ain't no women at the shows

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed