This is a song about "Nail"

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,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

I nail this scale, don't need a paved road, i can make my own trail/

I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

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