This is a song about "Nose picking"

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Sometimes i wonder what going on beneath my nose

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Picking up all the girls on the street,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Theres probably subtext, are you picking it up

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Today i feel i'm still picking homos out my nonexistent beard,

Picking heads for oral

This is the root of all evil

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes