This is a song about "Nail clippers"

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

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

And my bank account look just like a phone card

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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

Beat is my whore get get up on it like a boner