This is a song about "Nail art"

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Spit it gershwin, picture perfect, this shit is purely art,

I want to fight the music on this one

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

In this known art of wits

The youngest of my mother kids

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

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

A piece of art, at least some part

Hope all over again, we can start

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

'coz what i say is an art