This is a song about "Metal"

Never wrong at any level

Just ...pedal to the metal

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

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

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

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

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

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

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

And punches thrown with metal rings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

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