This is a song about "Roman nose"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

So while you worry about the hoes

You like my lines like a bloody nose

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

We love for a while then a light goes

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I got flows, for rap shows, buddha smoke through my nose,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose