This is a song about "Metal"

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

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

I be going metal, with the word play

I spend it make it right back on a monday

And punches thrown with metal rings

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

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

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

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

A metal pencil multiple times to the neck was in my mind,

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

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

So pretentious with no potential

Tryin to push the metal pedal

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears