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

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

And punches thrown with metal rings

I fucking hate this job

I though i was red hot

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

They calling me often to offer me walls

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

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

Defend your neighborhoods, don't get the metal lost though,

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

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

Just ...pedal to the metal

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

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

Ukrainian giving dome top craniumass shot jeans like she painted themt-raw niggas try to favor him