This is a song about "Chipped nail polish"

You acting hard they call you platinum polish,

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

Go crazy when she hear music

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Nail you to your fuckin' floorboard, razor-sharp raw swords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

I'm the diamond in the rough they forgot to polish

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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