This is a song about "Runny noses"

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Smokin' bowls of dope and coke, our noses are infected soon,

Say im slow but i still caught your little noses

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

I won't comply i wont stand by noses bloody as roses

Threatened cops with broken noses, no joke

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

But with your noses in the screens, i doubt that you even give one glance,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats