This is a song about "Metal"

Just ...pedal to the metal

I'm mental, it's instrumental

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

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

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

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

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

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

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

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