This is a song about "Far nose"

But imma make it far

She prayed on me passing that bar

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

I remember, i remember when i was a snot nose

She can't know where my mother stay

Or maybe far away

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

He's way too fucking busy snorting coke up his nose?

My lines pick me up more green than an addict’s nose,

We love for a while then a light goes

Slumdog far apart any sub par

But this shit is still too far

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

You know im the shit boy you better hold ya nose.

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes