This is a song about "Nose picking"

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I remember when i was a snot nose

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Picking heads for oral

The root of all evil

Don't want to be the king

Bring down your tower i'm picking

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Live from the lamont's rose