This is a song about "Picking my nose"

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Feel need to feel my creed the im picking ya to be the next

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

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

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Bring down your tower i'm picking

Straight g thing, double m g thing