This is a song about "Nail"

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

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

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

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