This is a song about "9 inch nails"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Rails n nails in the air, slow mo, like snails & tim dale's speech impediment.

I pack a nine-inch winky, they attract totty

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

He makes sure to show them, inch by fucking inch

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Dig it in his stomach and clip his nails with hammers twice as big,

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

So here i am at the store for some chips

Then stick his clipped nails in the licorice and continue stabbin' him wit it,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Lookin like a walmart greater with a 3 inch peter.