This is a song about "Metal"

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

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Tryin to push the metal pedal

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

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

And punches thrown with metal rings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

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

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

To dream is to live life’s full potential

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

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

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