This is a song about "Nail polsish"

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

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

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

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

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

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

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

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/

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I'll put the "nail in the coffin" in this game i "takeover",