This is a song about "Expanding metal"

While scheming on hits

And punches thrown with metal rings

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

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

The closest i've ever been in hell was expanding my lungs

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

That internal exorcist, expanding the intimate

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

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

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

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,