This is a song about "Metal"

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

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

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

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Metal chair is imperative

That's why i shine like i does

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

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

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,

I herald the gallows, hence i beat to death with threads, ropes, or metal

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

Been spending most our lives

And punches thrown with metal rings