This is a song about "Nose job"

But got comma’s in my statement

Who’s job is the abatement

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

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

Sometimes i wonder what going on beneath my nose

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

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

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

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,