This is a song about "Shit metal"

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

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

But i raised myself on metal and slim, shit

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

They'll probably think i'm middle class 'cuz i don't press the metal,

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

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

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

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental