This is a song about "Bessemer steel"

Comin to ya crib and whipe u out with my steel/

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

U could try to hurt my feelings but my heart is made of steel

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

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

A pair of pretty made up baby blue cold steel staring surprise

Five shots she ready to leave

That no one can steel not even thieves

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Forged from steel hotter than mercury

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

Aight elite for real one take dawg and i'm up outta here

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

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