This is a song about "Nose job"

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Living if she is or not

My brother need a new job

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Like they're giving me a rim job

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Get you ready for your new job

I run out on the job.

Only real niggas stay on top

You have no job, just lazy.

They gotta point em out baby

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

Mustache and a big nose,

Some friends, some hoes