This is a song about "Metal solid phantom"

This shit makes me better at writing verses and some solid hooks

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

My raps are composite, solid "juju"

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

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

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Rock solid like a stalagmite over betty white,

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

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

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

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general