This is a song about "Metal"

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

Ha, running rebel on another level

A metal pencil multiple times to the neck was in my mind,

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

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

Spent a long time coming up this road

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

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

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

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

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

I be going metal, with the word play

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

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