This is a song about "Metal"

Aight santana man...let's do this

Metal chair is imperative

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

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

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

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

I be going metal, with the word play

She can't know where my mother stay

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

While the gang-bangers bang-bang, poppin' the metal,

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

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil