This is a song about "Ryan s big nose"

And these shape-shifting hoes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

If you ever feel alone and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Down the ryan, in a scion

Before we see it's hard to live

It´s the battle of life

You like my lines like a bloody nose

Tryna stay clear of my foes

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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