This is a song about "Metal"

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

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

And punches thrown with metal rings

Soon as the stooly sings

Metal chair is imperative

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Tell me how can we live this way

I be going metal, with the word play

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Tryin to push the metal pedal

Just ...pedal to the metal

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years