This is a song about "Red nose"

I got flows, for rap shows, buddha smoke through my nose,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

We love for a while then a light goes

Finding more light to shed

Found dead covered in red

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Kick back and know yo son set

Watch your body turn indian red,

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Give us this day, our daily bread

Skies are black, clouds are red