This is a song about "Metal"

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

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

And oh, i gotta find my way

I be going metal, with the word play

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Just ...pedal to the metal

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

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

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Metal chair is imperative