This is a song about "Full metal"

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

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

Just ...pedal to the metal

I'm mental, it's instrumental

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

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

One time for the ville that cole rep

And punches thrown with metal rings

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives