This is a song about "Metal"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

And punches thrown with metal rings

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

Tryin to push the metal pedal

Lady at the frank stand will

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

All these dealers sayin' that they flexin' the metal,

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

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

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

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

I’m attentive my opinion is monumental

While the gang-bangers bang-bang, poppin' the metal,