This is a song about "Pretty nails"

I was pretty nervous and sort of embarrassed

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Way pretty on the outside

Cause if you run the light

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Then stick his clipped nails in the licorice and continue stabbin' him wit it,

Pretty happy with where i live

What we gotta do to survive

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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