This is a song about "Picking my nose"

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Guess i’m different than most

Picking up gear from dick's.

Went out and had a church of kids

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

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/