This is a song about "Nail"

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

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,

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

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

Twenty inch nail rifle

Lady at the frank stand will

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

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

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

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