This is a song about "Metal"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

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

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

See these lights got me on another level

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

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

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

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

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

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