This is a song about "Nose picking"

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Licking picking and ticking the package,

Then my brother started picking on me

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Picking heads for oral

The root of all evil

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I remember, i remember when i was a snot nose

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

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