This is a song about "Metal popcorn tins"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I herald the gallows, hence i beat to death with threads, ropes, or metal

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

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

I think it's more racist than ratings

And punches thrown with metal rings

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

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

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Metal as fuck, i'll go next level mental if you ain't careful

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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