This is a song about "Metal"

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

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

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

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

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

Just ...pedal to the metal

Never wrong at any level

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

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

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

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

Then some lady named billie holiday

I be going metal, with the word play