This is a song about "Metal popcorn tins"

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,

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

They'll probably think i'm middle class 'cuz i don't press the metal,

See there no place better than the state of my mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

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

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

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

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

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

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

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