This is a song about "Metal"

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Tryin to push the metal pedal

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level

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

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Some nigga fronts and acts hard, down 'em with metal

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