This is a song about "Metal"

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

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

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

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

And punches thrown with metal rings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

So if i do call it's just a check

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

All these dealers sayin' that they flexin' the metal,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

Metal chair is imperative

Let me cash you out , here hold this