This is a song about "Mathews nose"

Big homie hov said i am close

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I remember when i was a snot nose

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

Eaten leaves and picking my nose but now im fucking weeping/

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

You stole from me from under my nose

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Im so great you can smell it thru your nose