This is a song about "Metal"

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

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

And punches thrown with metal rings

Got a nigga seein things

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

A metal piece from a bomb cut the kid's throat.......

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Tryin to push the metal pedal

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

See these lights got me on another level

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

A metal pencil multiple times to the neck was in my mind,

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find