This is a song about "Metal heads"

Just ...pedal to the metal

Never wrong at any level

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

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

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

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

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