This is a song about "Nail polish"

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

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

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

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

Twenty inch nail rifle

As i light one for ill will

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Nail you to your fuckin' floorboard, razor-sharp raw swords,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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