This is a song about "Far nose"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Though music keeps to alter nose,

No, no, we are not those

Who's lips, who knows, a few good men who grew nose

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

Sometimes i wonder what going on beneath my nose

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose