This is a song about "Nail clippers"

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

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

Twenty inch nail rifle

As i light one for ill will

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

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

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,