This is a song about "Nose job"

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

I remember when i was a snot nose

My brother need a new job

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

This is love, nothing else close

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

I got flows, for rap shows, buddha smoke through my nose,

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Hand on knob, gotta do the job

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those