This is a song about "Nail polish"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

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

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

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

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

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

Twenty inch nail rifle

As i light one for ill will