This is a song about "Nail art sale"

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

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

But that was only one time

Soft white the art i twine

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

As i light one for ill will

Twenty inch nail rifle

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

You can ask los, i was like a young gale