This is a song about "Nail"

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

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

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

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

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,