This is a song about "Metal"

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

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

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Tryin to push the metal pedal

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

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

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

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

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Defend your neighborhoods, don't get the metal lost though,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,