This is a song about "Metal music"

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

I make elevating music

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Making dollar bills out of music

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

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

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

So pretentious with no potential

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

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit