This is a song about "Metal"

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

You pay your favorite stripper car note

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

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

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

And punches thrown with metal rings

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

I want to feel her in every way

I be going metal, with the word play