This is a song about "Stopped up nose"

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Figure eight clocks, see the hourglasses stopped

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Your shot is rotten, now we rised up, ain't stopped the plottin',

Almost stopped rapping, this the follow up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Be all up in yo's like that oprah shit, doubled in lines even yo nose

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Hanging ma' nose up like runnin' horns,baring my teeth at those who roar.

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

You like my lines like a bloody nose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes