This is a song about "Death metal"

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Tryin to push the metal pedal

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

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

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

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

All i want now, is death

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Carefree i don’t need the stress

That's all u need is death

Grow older, closer to death.

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress