This is a song about "Death metal"

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

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

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

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

Silicone bitches got the confidence

And punches thrown with metal rings

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

I can taste the salt from my tears

That's all u need is death

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

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential