This is a song about "Metal"

See these lights got me on another level

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

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

It's hypothetically possible i've injected heavy metal

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

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

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

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

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

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

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

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

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

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