This is a song about "Metal"

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Defend your neighborhoods, don't get the metal lost though,

Just ...pedal to the metal

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

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

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Ha, running rebel on another level

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

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

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal,

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

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,