This is a song about "Full metal"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

Smoking on that loud like the crowd of a metal concert

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

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

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

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

My soul is feelin full,

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Metal as fuck, i'll go next level mental if you ain't careful

Got a nigga seein things

Metal chair is imperative