This is a song about "Death metal"

Metal chair is imperative

One time for the ville that cole rep

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

To new levels of ignorance, makes us hard as metal plates,

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

Tryin to push the metal pedal

Lady at the frank stand will

You all niggas ain't even on my level

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

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

I be going metal, with the word play

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

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

If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal,

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