This is a song about "Metal"

If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal,

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

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

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

And punches thrown with metal rings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Tryin to push the metal pedal

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

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

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

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

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