This is a song about "Metal"

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

The street slang i be speakin in code

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

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

I respect that you don't know yet

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

They say he the key to my blessings

And punches thrown with metal rings

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

To dream is to live life’s full potential

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Metal as fuck, i'll go next level mental if you ain't careful

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

To new levels of ignorance, makes us hard as metal plates,

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

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