This is a song about "Nu metal"

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Grabbing a diploma, though he'd never do it, nu uh - not dakota

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

And punches thrown with metal rings

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

See these lights got me on another level

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

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

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

Metal chair is imperative

And you niggas will acknowledge this

I be going metal, with the word play

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

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