This is a song about "Steele"

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

Keep messing hit you with that steel

I just wanna keep it real

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Up wake up marcus please i need you here right beside me,

I'm still white steel hot burning any enemy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Shooting hoop's like shaquille o'neal & real hit'em up with steel..

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

I'm a pure man of steel, no room for weakness/

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Niggas like dennis rodman want that instant rating

Forged from steel hotter than mercury

Who trill as me, roll two of tree