This is a song about "Polished nails"

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

I cry and beg for you to come back polished

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Rails n nails in the air, slow mo, like snails & tim dale's speech impediment.

No need to get it polished,

I don't wear jewels, too much conflict

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Stick nine inch nails through his eyelids since he thinks he's shady

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Seen it all happen man college rules, polished tools

Dig it in his stomach and clip his nails with hammers twice as big,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I can hammer it in with nails and set your skull ablaze