This is a song about "Heavy metal beats"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

And punches thrown with metal rings

My team getting digits

As if my lesser heart beats

No time to plot retreats

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Forget your dictionary - my diction's very heavy

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Crackas watch my every step

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

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