This is a song about "Battlefield nail gun"

Twenty inch nail rifle

As i light one for ill will

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

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

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Superdome's the #battlefield, call this shit jordin sparks,

Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

What up girl, tell me how you been

Just give me a carrot gun