This is a song about "Metal"

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

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

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

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

To new levels of ignorance, makes us hard as metal plates,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

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

Just ...pedal to the metal

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Not king james, these were coke kings

And punches thrown with metal rings

While the gang-bangers bang-bang, poppin' the metal,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Some nigga fronts and acts hard, down 'em with metal

You all niggas ain't even on my level