This is a song about "Nose hairs"

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Mustache and a big nose,

Live from the lamont's rose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Sometimes i wonder what going on beneath my nose

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze