This is a song about "Metal"

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

I be going metal, with the word play

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

Just ...pedal to the metal

Never wrong at any level

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

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

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level