This is a song about "Far nose"

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

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

Mustache and a big nose,

Big homie hov said i am close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Sweat from their pores, foam from the mouth and nose

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Oh, why do i live this way

Or maybe far away