This is a song about "Shit metal"

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

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Metal chair is imperative

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

But i raised myself on metal and slim, shit

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

I herald the gallows, hence i beat to death with threads, ropes, or metal

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

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

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