This is a song about "Nine inch nails"

Spittin' hard than hammer and nails,

Then '09 came, them bad record sales

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

You’re tough as nails girl, i cannot phase

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

So im sharper than a six inch blade

If i die before i wake

As i light one for ill will

Twenty inch nail rifle

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

I gots cravin for a number nine

Chasing money in the city of crime