This is a song about "Shit metal"

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

You all niggas ain't even on my level

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

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

But i raised myself on metal and slim, shit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that