This is a song about "Nail clippers"

I wonder why we take from our women

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

I dodge em like clippers to a hairline that's receding

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I lost the nails to my closet so imma put the nail in the coffin 'fore everything starts falling,

I'm so deadly, i'll put you back in the coffin that 420 put you in when he took the win