This is a song about "Metal"

Just ...pedal to the metal

As i light one for ill will

The street slang i be speakin in code

A metal piece from a bomb cut the kid's throat.......

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

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

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

My team getting digits

And punches thrown with metal rings

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains