This is a song about "Shit metal"

If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal,

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Platinum metal in the winter, that's colder than shit

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Metal as fuck, i'll go next level mental if you ain't careful

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

Ha, running rebel on another level

Cuz ignorance is bliss

Metal chair is imperative

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

You all niggas ain't even on my level

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