This is a song about "Nose job"

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

I run out on the job.

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Get you ready for your new job

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Like they're giving me a rim job

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

Took me a while just to write those

I remember when i was a snot nose

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose