This is a song about "Nose picking"

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Picking words from the top of my cranium

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Eaten leaves and picking my nose but now im fucking weeping/

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Mustache and a big nose,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

We can let scuds blast in a grudge match if theres a bone to be picking

You like my lines like a bloody nose

Guess i’m different than most

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Prolific, picking victims one by one