This is a song about "Metal"

Tryin to push the metal pedal

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Kick back and know yo son set

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

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

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

To new levels of ignorance, makes us hard as metal plates,

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child