This is a song about "Metal"

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

And punches thrown with metal rings

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Metal as fuck, i'll go next level mental if you ain't careful