This is a song about "Pinocchio"

Im burnin tires comin down the boulevard higher then a heaven choir

Or a heroin to the tired n fucking sin to a liar

But it proves to show i can't be the dude that knows

Oh, woah, these rappers doze off 'till blood from their nose,

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose