This is a song about "His nose"

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Mustache and a big nose,

I gotta teach hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Sometimes i wonder what going on beneath my nose

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose

Sweat from their pores, foam from the mouth and nose

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes