This is a song about "Nose hair trimmers"

I remember when i was a snot nose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

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

Believing the screens or anything there

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

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

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

You like my lines like a bloody nose