This is a song about "Metal"

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

So i went down south but i ended up north

Ha, running rebel on another level

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

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

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Just ...pedal to the metal

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

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

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

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