This is a song about "Boogers"

So hood i put sugar on toast then i serve it like a host

They're frozen and cold and smokin' the bowls of dope and then coast,

Sugar it like drone strikes in pakistan right out the press crocks

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows