This is a song about "Nostrils"

Once you mess with clever's crew, i guarantee the death of you

Far from feeble, i leave your nostrils hard to breathe through

Quit actin like a baby you wear little footie pajamas

In red / so his breath took the fumes, got up his nostrils

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

We step out of the hospital , the stench of death enters my nostrils,