This is a song about "Nose"

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Live from the lamont's rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

You like my lines like a bloody nose

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

I remember when i was a snot nose

Who's lips, who knows, a few good men who grew nose

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes