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,

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

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

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

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

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

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

To dream is to live life’s full potential

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

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Woo-hah, got you all in check

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

To new levels of ignorance, makes us hard as metal plates,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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