This is a song about "Full metal alchemist"

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

All these dealers sayin' that they flexin' the metal,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

So pretentious with no potential

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

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

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

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

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

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

You are my alchemist, female professor croll

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Got a nigga seein things

Metal chair is imperative