This is a song about "Nail polish"

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

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

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

All you wanna do is get that stick

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

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

You acting hard they call you platinum polish,

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

Of the prodigy i polish,

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

It's a nail and a tire: cross him and you're flat, that's exact