This is a song about "Nail clippers"

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

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

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

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Twenty inch nail rifle

As i light one for ill will

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

It's a nail and a tire: cross him and you're flat, that's exact