This is a song about "Picking my nose"

You like my lines like a bloody nose

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Picking up gear from dick's.

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

As i light one for ill will

Picking heads for oral

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Third ward general, young cash money

Then my brother started picking on me

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

You stole from me from under my nose