This is a song about "Picking my nose"

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

(keep going and you'll need another nose)

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Big homie hov said i am close

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Sometimes i wonder what going on beneath my nose

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Then my brother started picking on me

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

You like my lines like a bloody nose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

Picking up gear from dick's.

Got stretch marks like she got four kids