This is a song about "Nose"

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

You like my lines like a bloody nose

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

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Sometimes i wonder what going on beneath my nose

Youre nothing but a silly little nose picker

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her