This is a song about "Nail salons"

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

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

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

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

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

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

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

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

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,