This is a song about "Nail"

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

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

Uneducated little bigot, nigga i will nail this hard,

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

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

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

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

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