This is a song about "Nose hairs"

Though music keeps to alter nose,

And these shape-shifting hoes

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

My lines pick me up more green than an addict’s nose,

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

You like my lines like a bloody nose

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