This is a song about "Nail gun"

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

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

On the bible you can run

I really wish i had my gun

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

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

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

As i light one for ill will

Twenty inch nail rifle

Spit a verse like lemme get ya fam, extortion

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Puts that gun to his temple

Never wrong at any level

Escaping from my fucken gun

And you can tell everyone