This is a song about "Metal beats"

Little more weed, first class seats

With the rhythm and beats

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

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

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

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

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

While im rapping flows on beats

Metal chair is imperative

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

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,

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Now ill rip myself on these beats

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds