This is a song about "Metal"

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Ha, running rebel on another level

Metal chair is imperative

Bring the battering ram where you live

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke