This is a song about "Metal"

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

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

Probably die getting some head

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

The deepest of your feelings

And punches thrown with metal rings

I be going metal, with the word play

But more importantly taught me to pray

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

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

Just ...pedal to the metal

Lady at the frank stand will

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across