This is a song about "Nail"

As i light one for ill will

Twenty inch nail rifle

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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

I'm multis-swaggin smashin you faggot like playing nintendo, like flies you're dropping

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

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

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

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win