This is a song about "Roman nose"

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Get into pop even nicki, minaj with her roman follower/ not me i wanna be a prodigy/

If we focused on our problems like we did on getting money, you'd think we'd get somewhere honey?

You like my lines like a bloody nose

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

Mustache and a big nose,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Sometimes i wonder what going on beneath my nose

Took me a while just to write those

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down