This is a song about "Nail art sale"

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Twenty inch nail rifle

As i light one for ill will

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

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

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

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card