This is a song about "Nose job"

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Like a line full of hoes

Though music keeps to alter nose,

You stole from me from under my nose

So while you worry about the hoes

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

You have no job, just lazy.

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job