This is a song about "Metal"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Metal chair is imperative

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

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

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

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Just ...pedal to the metal

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

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