This is a song about "Pagan metal"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

Lady at the frank stand will

Just ...pedal to the metal

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

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

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Tryin to push the metal pedal

So pretentious with no potential

And punches thrown with metal rings

Not king james, these were coke kings