This is a song about "Black metal"

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Naked woman rub my back

And i thought i was black

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

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

Metal chair is imperative

It's a beautiful bliss

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,

Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix

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

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

It's hypothetically possible i've injected heavy metal