This is a song about "Metal"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Just ...pedal to the metal

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

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

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

Just ...pedal to the metal

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

And punches thrown with metal rings

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

I be going metal, with the word play

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

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke