This is a song about "Nail art sale"

I'll go for a record sale at the auction,

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

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

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

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Don't steal my words just cuz they ain't for sale,

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,

As i light one for ill will

Twenty inch nail rifle

When you spill out hits

In this known art of wits