This is a song about "Epic metal"

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

When biggie wrote his first rhymes they were treated epic

And punches thrown with metal rings

Had i not been exposed to these things

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

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

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

I be going metal, with the word play

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

And maybe cupid won't miss

Metal chair is imperative

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

And if you light skin you might want to be careful