This is a song about "Zinc"

Sinful beliefs and shit of godliness meanings,

Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings

Wickedly ruling the universe with an iron fist, im twisted, gifted for killin villains

I major in bloodspillin, im totally committed to visions of killin chickens

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

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

How you hold in emotion

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

Where would i be without my dogs

Blood stainin black and white tops

Never wrong at any level

Tryin to push the metal pedal

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,