This is a song about "Roman nose"

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Though music keeps to alter nose,

And these shape-shifting hoes

The golden roman, an omen caused erosion

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

If i got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You know im the shit boy you better hold ya nose.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Sometimes i wonder what going on beneath my nose