This is a song about "Metal"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

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

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Defend your neighborhoods, don't get the metal lost though,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

Tryin to push the metal pedal

Never wrong at any level

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

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

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

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