This is a song about "Metal gear"

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

This batmobile is real hard to steer

She likes the way it hits her lips

Picking up gear from dick's.

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

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Lady at the frank stand will

Just ...pedal to the metal

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

And punches thrown with metal rings

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

I stepped up my game, and went up a gear

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

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