This is a song about "Metal"

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

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

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

They say he the key to my blessings

And punches thrown with metal rings

I spend it make it right back on a monday

I be going metal, with the word play

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

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

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

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

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