This is a song about "Metal"

Defend your neighborhoods, don't get the metal lost though,

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

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

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

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

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

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

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

A metal piece from a bomb cut the kid's throat.......

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

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

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

A metal pencil multiple times to the neck was in my mind,

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find