This is a song about "Nose hair"

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

You stole from me from under my nose

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Here they keep a rachet close

Mustache and a big nose,

Your pullin on my hair

You appear as if you care

And got her room number, you can find me there

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

This wolf will bite you, leave you with a broke nose

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

This is love, nothing else close

Though music keeps to alter nose,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/