This is a song about "Metal gear"

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

Ha, running rebel on another level

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

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

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

[g] great gestures gear towards great guidance, geronimo,

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

I be going metal, with the word play