This is a song about "Metal"

Tryin to push the metal pedal

As i light one for ill will

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Metal chair is imperative

Gotta be something for me write this

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

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

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

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

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,