This is a song about "Nail polsish"

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

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

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Peddling pests to see the melody's which i've yet to bring, i'm trying to get a sting,

I lost the nails to my closet so imma put the nail in the coffin 'fore everything starts falling,