This is a song about "Death metal"

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

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

I herald the gallows, hence i beat to death with threads, ropes, or metal

Just ...pedal to the metal

Never wrong at any level

I be going metal, with the word play

Another round what the song say

Ha, running rebel on another level

While the gang-bangers bang-bang, poppin' the metal,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

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

Yes sir, please confess

That's all u need is death