This is a song about "Cummins dually metal fabrication hot rods"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

But this ain't physics or rocket science

And punches thrown with metal rings

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Just ...pedal to the metal

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

So i took another shot

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

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

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Let this slippery medication cover the entire civilization like car fabrication,

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

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential