This is a song about "Metal gear"

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Wiz khalifa's gear none of that shitty home grown

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

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

Just ...pedal to the metal

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

Metal chair is imperative

That's why i shine like i does

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

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

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

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