This is a song about "Epic metal"

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

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

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

And punches thrown with metal rings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

To new levels of ignorance, makes us hard as metal plates,

Like a hit movie, this shit epic

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

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

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil