This is a song about "Baby metal"

Rose cases, we pop daily

Hold up i'm your baby.

They say nothings ever free

Rollin' with my baby

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

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

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

All these dealers sayin' that they flexin' the metal,

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

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And i know love me baby