This is a song about "Nail salons"

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

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

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

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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