This is a song about "Picking my nose"

Then my brother started picking on me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

You feel it from your head to your toes

You like my lines like a bloody nose

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Live from the lamont's rose

Cold, my style making my nose run

Prolific, picking victims one by one

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

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