This is a song about "Metal"

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

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

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

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

They are the coaches in this

Metal chair is imperative

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Just ...pedal to the metal

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

And punches thrown with metal rings

To dream is to live life’s full potential

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,