This is a song about "Regis the big nose donkey"

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Packing that fo-fo, keep a snub nose by the shelf

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Now everyone's laughing out how i'm on the floor nose broken

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

But i'm big on the west like i'm big in the south

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

Her nose is whiter than russia in the winter time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Here they keep a rachet close