This is a song about "Battlefield nail gun"

Work straight out the kitchen

I went to get the gun

Escaping from my fucken gun

We have nothing in common

That it's over, you'll go through wars at a battlefield

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

It's almost dark and i'm still tryna nail a trailor park bitch

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Grab my knife and my gun

Fuck it, i'm done