This is a song about "My nose"

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Sweat from their pores, foam from the mouth and nose

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I remember, i remember when i was a snot nose

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

I'm not joking, i think i just snorted my nose ring

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king