This is a song about "Baby metal"

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Metal chair is imperative

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Hold up i'm your baby.

They say nothings ever free

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I'm still just a baby

And niggas flashing crazy

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

And punches thrown with metal rings

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

They'll probably think i'm middle class 'cuz i don't press the metal,