This is a song about "Metal roc"

Put three g's on the three j's signed to the roc/

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Defend your neighborhoods, don't get the metal lost though,

Drinking roc like its tap

Sneak up on attack

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

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

Metal chair is imperative

How can i portray this

Never wrong at any level

Just ...pedal to the metal

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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors