This is a song about "Nail"

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

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

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

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

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

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow