This is a song about "Metal"

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

Ha, running rebel on another level

Metal chair is imperative

It's a beautiful bliss

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

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

I be going metal, with the word play

When love comes callin', don’t look away

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

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

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

All these dealers sayin' that they flexin' the metal,

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

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