This is a song about "Metal"

Just ...pedal to the metal

Never wrong at any level

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

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

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

I pedaled to the metal and wrestled through the levels

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

As i light one for ill will

Just ...pedal to the metal

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

And punches thrown with metal rings

I be going metal, with the word play

And i can't even look the other way

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,