This is a song about "Death metal"

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

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

See these lights got me on another level

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

Baby i’mma mess, mess

All i want now, is death

And i'm a just take another guess

Grow older, closer to death.

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

I be going metal, with the word play

I'm hoping i confess

What you getting is death

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Defend your neighborhoods, don't get the metal lost though,

And punches thrown with metal rings

They say he the key to my blessings