This is a song about "Nose job"

Trying hard to speak and

Who’s job is the abatement

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

You feel it from your head to your toes

Red dots cause i’m red hot

My brother need a new job

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

I remember when i was a snot nose

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Sometimes i wonder what going on beneath my nose

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

This wolf will bite you, leave you with a broke nose