This is a song about "Steel beems"

It's the set, you know we real, my weapons only steel

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Rappin' real, and because i got thugs, i'm packing steel,

Like its fucking kill bill body niggas with straight steel

The reason why they had to give me a deal

Hard as steel, everyone wants to cop a feel,

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Forged from steel hotter than mercury

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I'm an artist who's paying dues, i have to deal, no grabbing steel,

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear