This is a song about "Nail polish"

I'm the diamond in the rough they forgot to polish

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

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

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

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

It's almost dark and i'm still tryna nail a trailor park bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

But it seems like a scene outta flick

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,