This is a song about "Nail art sale"

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

And by the way i'mma start

But i would travel through art

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

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

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

'coz what i say is an art

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I'll put the "nail in the coffin" in this game i "takeover",

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made