This is a song about "Picking my nose"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

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

Picking up gear from dick's.

Went out and had a church of kids

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

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

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I'll say bitch please you just another itch in my nose that makes me sneeze achoo hoe,

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

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

My lines pick me up more green than an addict’s nose,