This is a song about "Nose hair"

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Another 5, eli won't even be there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

He'd rather come his hair.

And never should you tear

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Believing the screens or anything there

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

I got flows, for rap shows, buddha smoke through my nose,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Sometimes i wonder what going on beneath my nose

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care