This is a song about "Metal"

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

I be going metal, with the word play

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

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

It's hypothetically possible i've injected heavy metal

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

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

So i guess that's where i hide my things

And punches thrown with metal rings