This is a song about "Metal"

While the gang-bangers bang-bang, poppin' the metal,

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

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

It's hypothetically possible i've injected heavy metal

Enforcers clean like wolverine with metal claws

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

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

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

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

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

Metal chair is imperative

That shoebox shit, over with