This is a song about "Death metal"

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

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

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

While the gang-bangers bang-bang, poppin' the metal,

So hold back ya tears

Grow older, closer to death.

She say she fucking with me the long way

I be going metal, with the word play

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

And i'mma keep ya fresh

That's all u need is death