This is a song about "Metal"

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

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

And i can't even look the other way

I be going metal, with the word play

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

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

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

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

Just ...pedal to the metal

Lady at the frank stand will