This is a song about "Baby metal"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

My team getting digits

And punches thrown with metal rings

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

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

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

All these dealers sayin' that they flexin' the metal,

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

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

I'm still just a baby

Do you think i'm crazy

Just ...pedal to the metal

I'm mental, it's instrumental