This is a song about "Metal"

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Shit i'm lying too! told that bitch i love her for her mind

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

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

To new levels of ignorance, makes us hard as metal plates,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

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

Metal chair is imperative

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

And punches thrown with metal rings

So i guess that's where i hide my things