This is a song about "Nail gun"

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

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

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

Where rules get followed

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

They'll have to rename this one

Grab my knife and my gun

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

Can’t you see just how long my run

I love to pull out my gun

I wonder so often

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him