This is a song about "Nail art"

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Miami nights, ain't another one

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

'coz what i say is an art

Hope all over again, we can start

It's almost dark and i'm still tryna nail a trailor park bitch

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard