This is a song about "Nose"

You feel it from your head to your toes

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

Youre nothing but a silly little nose picker

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Took me a while just to write those

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

I got flows, for rap shows, buddha smoke through my nose,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Guess i’m different than most

You stole from me from under my nose

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Sweat from their pores, foam from the mouth and nose