This is a song about "Metal"

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

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

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

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

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

Metal chair is imperative

I swear ri got a hit with this

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

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

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

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

I be going metal, with the word play

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

A metal pencil multiple times to the neck was in my mind,