This is a song about "Metal popcorn tins"

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

I took you to a movie, i bought you fuckin popcorn

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

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

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

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

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

My ass sitting, awful on metal without no cushion,

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