This is a song about "The nail to the cros"

I told him get his 9 and run

To the activism

From the bottom to the top

Red dots cause i’m red hot

The paper to the pen.

I need to free them

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Nail you to your fuckin' floorboard, razor-sharp raw swords,

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

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her