This is a song about "His nose"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Mustache and a big nose,

No, no, we are not those

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

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

You stole from me from under my nose

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Youre nothing but a silly little nose picker

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

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose