This is a song about "Nasal bone"

No pain when your nasal passage ways are numb".

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Your words cut through me, like a knife through flesh and bone.

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

But now she's all flesh and bone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

I rake in loads of bone charms

You haters put up your guards

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

But a pole position you couldn't hold, not even your own wooden bone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home