This is a song about "Nose"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

Here they keep a rachet close

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Im so great you can smell it thru your nose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

He's way too fucking busy snorting coke up his nose?

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes