This is a song about "Nail gun"

Actor done the switch of my gun

Work straight out the kitchen

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Run away get away ye's got a gun

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

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

Lady at the frank stand will

Puts that gun to his temple

Twenty inch nail rifle

As i light one for ill will

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

I nail this scale, don't need a paved road, i can make my own trail/

Miami nights, ain't another one

Grab my knife and my gun

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

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