This is a song about "Nail polish"

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

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

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

Lying to yourself, all over an image

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast