This is a song about "Bessemer steel"

It's the set, you know we real, my weapons only steel

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

Little more weed, first class seats

That no one can steel not even thieves

I'm like a piece of steel,

Fuck is you doing here

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Rappin' real, and because i got thugs, i'm packing steel,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Freaks mangled, steel shackles in confinement for weeks

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

With such precision you'll feel the steel like its a circumcision

I'm an artist who's paying dues, i have to deal, no grabbing steel,

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

And when i start to rise

But steel won't take my real life