This is a song about "Metal"

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

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

And punches thrown with metal rings

Soon as the stooly sings

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,