This is a song about "Baby metal"

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal,

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

While the gang-bangers bang-bang, poppin' the metal,

Metal chair is imperative

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

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

Let me rideuntil i get free

Hold up i'm your baby.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Some nigga fronts and acts hard, down 'em with metal

And if you light skin you might want to be careful