This is a song about "Squidward s nose"

Though music keeps to alter nose,

Live from the lamont's rose

Big homie hov said i am close

You like my lines like a bloody nose

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

This is love, nothing else close

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

I remember when i was a snot nose

No, no, we are not those

Mustache and a big nose,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people