This is a song about "Nail polish"

Of the prodigy i polish,

You ain't working hard as this

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

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