This is a song about "Chipped nail polish"

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

It's a nail and a tire: cross him and you're flat, that's exact