This is a song about "Ear nose throat"

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Cain and able/back to back/ throat to throat/

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

So while you worry about the hoes

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

You like my lines like a bloody nose

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Quietly becoming a top tier

Echoes a voice in my ear,

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Looking mad lazy with the bud near my ear,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

While im eating an ear of corn